”I think I’m in love with him.”

She finally got to admit.
At least to her true self.

”I think I’m in love with him.”

She whispers,
To her phone.
Even for today,
she keeps it “good night.”.

He says,
“I love blue..
& you..”

Poetic.
As it rhymes.

So she met her first love,
Today
In a hot Sunday Morning
After a long long while.

Her heart still skips the beat,
She smiled at him,
Shy; just like 10 years ago;
When she was only 13.

She thought, she’s over it.
Yeah, she’s over it,
But, first love never really truly dies.

..or does it?

I am here writing to you
not because I'm so confident about myself,
nor I know I would be that kind of successful-motivated-woman,
who will achieve that richest-most successful woman-under 30.

I am here writing this
Because I have the same anxiety,
the same concern as all of you.

But I know
as the sun will always rise in the east,
We have new chances,
we have a new story to write,
we have those 24 hours to hustle again.

Everything will fall into the right places.
all you have to do is pray, hustle and live.

know your strength,
know your weakness.
No one is perfect,
and that's totally okay.

You don't have to find everything out, overnight.
no one ever does.
baby steps,
but keep moving forward.

Be better than yesterday,
learn from yesterday, but don't take a step back.

It's okay to stop.
sit down.
take a rest, and breathe.
Contemplate things that happened before.
learn from it.
then *** up, take a step ahead.

No one really knows what they doing.
So do I.
We are all pretending to know what are we doing.

So, focus on your own garden.
Their grass may be greener just because of the grass is artificial.

If today you are sinking, tired, and frustrated.
Wipe your sweat.
and take a rest.
Have a good rest.
As tomorrow you have to try again.

Cheers!