These few days I have been searching for a reason. An inspiration. Everyone has dreams and aspirations. But not many able to attain it in life. I for an example, never make it right in life. Suddenly, yesterday after work, I sort of felt like taking a look into the books that I have written (aka diaries). Thinking back, I have written alot of books-of-thoughts. *aside* My horoscope states that one of jobs that I'm suitable with is being an author. Ha!
So I tried to search for inspirations in those books that I had wrote. I looked for those that I written from 2000 to 2002. That was the toughest period I had in my life. Alot of stuff spilled out from those old books. Illustrations, pictures etc. Out came one with a makeover photo I had. "I didn't know I could look so beautiful?" But back to my current auntie-like looks, a wave of disappointment splashed over me. "Think I should doing something about myself now."
Then the dim light shone down on my right hand while I was indulging in my readings. The so prominent scar on the skin side up. I had three self-inflicted scars on myself. Each of them has a story to tell. This one particularly. It was the time that I used it as a reminder that I decided to start my life anew. I used to love my right hand alot. Apart from it being the hand that does the most jobs, the hand that I rely on everyday for work. The skin is smooth and gloss. I never have good skin and that part was my favourite. So I decided to destroy my best feature back then to serve as a reminder. That "I have surpass the toughest time in life, and no burden will be heavy to carry from now on." I wanted it to serve as a constant motivator in future.
Yeah, it did it's function now. If I can survive those hardship back then, what it is right now?
I continued more and more books and sleep naturally occur. I had not slept so peacefully for so long.
4:53 p.m.
by ichigo