Feel like a poet

Time seems to flow so fast in this practicum season. Days could be like repetitive chores. Sometimes it goes so well that my heart is full of joy. But there are times when I just feel like hiding under the pillow forever. The mental struggles get tough every day. Trying my best to cope in all the situations, stop where I should, hold on if I have to. 

Reminding myself that this is a crucial stage, not to give my heart up at all though the bullets just seem not to stop showering down. It is the final sprint for most of us but that does not mean that the finishing line is the only sole target. But in between, treasure the moments with those people who are running with you and those audiences who are cheering for you. It is amazing how little situation in life, depict the real scenario in life. Running does not exist physically during the sport day but emotionally and mentally in life's sprint. I hope everyone is doing great in all the things they are pursuing into. 

At time, when the heart feels like giving up and losing hope, remind the soul to take one step back and rest a little. Build the energy and courage to step forward again. Life is not a running track but a beautiful path to be enjoyed and savoured, that in each little step there are moments to be remembered,  there are memories that are to be treasured for a lifetime.

*The day when I feel like a poet and decide to look life in a figurative side.