Will you let me go? Up to the skies I can never reach, into the waters I can never immerse in.
Always seeking, always searching...
When will you come by?
Take my hand and we can prance on every cloud, with every star as witness to our everlasting love.
Recently, I rediscovered something I've lost touched with and I thought I'll just share it with everyone here. C:
If you know what it's like to feel cold, you'll appreciate warmth.
If you know what it's like to see darkness, you'll appreciate light.
If you know what it's like to be sad, you'll appreciate happiness.
At some point of your life, you're bound to feel crushed. It's as if every little thing is coming at you and the more you take in, the more overwhelmed you get. As you struggle to hold up everything inside of you, something happens. Disintegration. First it comes softly, unknowing, unsuspecting. Then it grows inside of you, day after day of accumulation till a time when you start to sob and wonder why did things go this wrong. But it doesn't end here. It goes on, still as quietly as ever but screams and shrills inside of you. And one day, suddenly, you can't cry anymore. Tears are dried up and emotions are but a reminder of the living hell you are trapped in.
Then there comes a turning point, when you get pass whatever test or target you've set along the way. Every sense of satisfaction and achievement redeem those previous feelings of suffering.
But before long, something else comes along and we fall back into that trap again. Like a cycle it goes on and on in our lives, never once stopping nor can we free ourselves from it. Because this is one part of life -- every bit of pain, jealousy, self-pity, anger, distraught,awkwardness, helplessness and regret will come across your path more than once in a lifetime. However, with every bit of that, comes a little more joy, happiness, confidence, admiration, calmness, redemption and love -- making up the other half of our lives.
I know that at this point of time, everyone is caught up with an uncontrollable sense of anxiety and worry. Who doesn't want to go to dance happy and merry all day long, to enjoy the company of each other and soak in the feeling of belonging? Isn't that the reason why we've all pressed on in dance till now? But we can't extract the solemn moments or tear-jerking sensation of disappointment because we know that everytime when we pick ourselves up again, we're happier than before.
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger.
With 18 days left, we should not be worrying about our parts anymore. Instead, we should be enjoying the times we have left before we mark the end of our years in SYF. No more pure passionate will to deliver, no more innocent obsession with perfection and no more source of excitement for the day. Till this day come, I want to see each and everyone finding their own position in the dance, their place onstage and let spirits soar to embrace one another.
I guess it's only at the verge of facing the absence of a chance to dance with this group of people again that I dread that day's arrival and especially appreciate every twinge of smile I see during practices. Then again, I can't wait for that day to come because I know that my dream is about to come true again. I want to fly when I dance and I'm having everyone with me on this flight.
.i.WaNt.tO.fLy.wHeN.i.DaNcE. |10:15:00 PM| ++++++++