I'll bring you back to the stars.

There are times when we succumb to do things that defies our very own preference. Things that may prove to be really controversial often. Things that are against our better judgement. Things that pose no distinct answer on whether it'll turn out for the better or for the worst. Things that put our very action at risk. Things that have a crucial price on it.

Why? I myself, for one could never come to a satisfying conclusion. Maybe it teaches us in a way on how to handle situations better. It's the satisfaction completing it that provokes me to do such. Whether it ends with results that feeds on my expectations or with results that ends what's left of my happiness, to me, the efforts are well worth harbouring. In the end, whatever results will prove to be of liberal to me.

It is our fear that limits us this very opportunity. Do not confuse yourselves on likeness to weakness. There are things that got to be done in order for one to grow. People may talk but so what? It doesn't make much of a difference, but only proves that the goal is much more challenging then before. To think of the fun and excitement instored, doesn't it fills you as whole? I do.

We may feel like an ultimate fool when undertaking these questionable acts, but what do we have to loose? Our dignity? Our face? Our pride? Our very lives? Cockshit we have nothing to loose. Why hesitate when we can do? Why regret when we have everything to gain? Why worry when we feel good bout it? Why dream........ when we can live it?

It's 8:30 in the morning and i'm not asleep yet. The one hour earlier did a number on me. To add to it, finishing routines at the gym so early ain't a big help in getting me to sleep. As most should already know that i was plastered really badly on saturday which SUPPOSEDLY be a peaceful, beer night.

Until now i'm still recovering which puts me in a really weak state where often, i'm fighting for air. It's either the intensive abuse of wondering if i'll ever be c02 tolerant, or the unforgetable experience i had last saturday. Thumbs up to those who fucked me up so badly. I'm hoping the increase in routine through the gym would help to patch me back soon.

I always get the feeling i'm in a time stand still place. Where the crave of adapting to the unknown flows through every part of me. To grab every opportunity given, be it either being served in a silver plater, or the ones where risks are involved. What drives? The challenge of course. To feel the adrenaline rush sleeking through acknowledges me that i've truly lived. That keeps me satisfied and content .......... But of course, there's always a price.