In Search of Hope in Cracks of Sadness ✍🏻 

a fictional tale of a tv show that everyone seems to hate or the chain of events of hearsay told by people within my proximity; be it any. within those, I find peace in the sad endings.

perhaps it’s the overwhelming breeze of realism; that life is not all rainbows and unicorns. perhaps it is just the broken pieces in me soaring to find the broken parts in other people, to find something to relate to.

today, I'm feeling extra blue, and it is not anyone’s fault. it was me. it was my fault—the longing for things that were never and can never be mine. was I not good enough? was I lacking somewhere? was I trying to fight the battle of fate?

I am shattered, from an incident; a story that never started.

the sun will continue to shine down on the glistening dewdrops every morning; the birds will keep on singing; the moon will not stop rising. unless it’s the end of the world or the end of my world.

I am fine. one sad page from the chronicles of life does not mean it’s a bad life that I need to end. it’s rather cynical and immoral to find peace in someone else’s not-so-peaceful story. but I will keep watching those sad tv shows, as a form of a reminder that bad days happen, and it is okay.