Bring it on

Did you ever felt like breaking out? Like disturbia burrowing through your very veins. Like paranoia stimulating your own brain. When things don't fall into proper places. When plans doesn't go your own way. Like snake fangs slowly embedding it's deadly poison. Dead end!

I'm frustrated, a total mess. How come I could not do things right? Results would always yield failure. Maybe I was fooling around or just plain dumb. I would fail exams, disappoint people who values me most, depress my own self. For these I don't have legit reasons. I don't even have one, actually. My mind's clouded with a thousand and one plans. Heck, I don't know where and how to start. I'm afraid I'll stagnant with these plans, scared to end up disappointed. I'm tired of failing again. More so, of failing over and over again. Bruising myself from my own caused thud.

But lately, I was trying to weigh things. Trying to figure out ways to free myself from this senseless state of mind. A point in my physiology class that deals with body's reaction to simuli. It says, your body reacts with hurt in 2 options. If you are scared enough, your body is quickly put into a condition of readiness, either to run with maximum speed or to dive into battle.

Hence, I'd rather risk failing. Failing for the nth time is nothing. And the next time I fall, I would gladly pick myself up and learn. After all, moving on and learning from your mistakes is no mean feat. This is something all of us must go through in life at least once.

Failure?! I say, BRING IT ON!