I've always wanted to be so busy - never having any chance of sitting down. I've always wanted to always be up for so many things - even if I know I'm spreading myself too thin. I've always wanted to take chances - not worrying about fear. But I realized that while my planner gets filled with sensible inkblots, while my hours can't fit in the days, when I seem to be spending my 24 hours/day - 22 hours awake (Sleepless in Seattle, but my version: Sleepless in Cavite.), when my eyebags get puffier and puffier, when my body starts to give up on my ideals.. it's precisely the moment I know how far I'd be going to prove myself I can do everything. Even if it means I'm doing it all alone.
And at the end of the day, I still smile. Because while I seem to be forgetting everything in between (even forgetting myself and forgetting that I also get tired), I've been accomplishing the things that make me absolutely the happiest.
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