"Faced with the opportunity to escape, what does a man do?Does he suddenly change his mind at the end of the tunnel, turn back and walk towards the opposite way - back to a place where comfort and gloom are abound?

He thinks of all the luxuries and comforts that he has to leave behind: the money, security, the chance to be popular, the glamour and everything else that is tied up to his current situation.
10 years down the line, he may regret his decision of moving on, as his peers would have probably made it by then. They may be managers by that time, handling people and large amounts of money. And where would he be?

What lies ahead (uncertainty) definitely scares him. Is the escape really necessary? Would it truly alter his life for the better? Or is that route to freedom deceiving him, tempting him to do something that isn’t really meant for him? What if he ends up hating the place where the path leads to?

But he can't stay. The passion just isn’t there. The man wants to take hold of his fate."

I read this in a blog I found in Tabulas. It hit me. Really hit me. I feel the same way. It was like he was writing my own words, that's why I reposted. I just need you to understand. I'm talking to all of you.

Go figure. I'm not mad. I'm just..disappointed. Don't make me hate who I am right now, because I don't and maybe for some time, I won't. I'm listening to you. Why can't you just listen and see right through me?

I understand. You just care, I know you do. But I know myself better than you do. Just let me make my own mistakes, if you think that this is one. I never told you that your decisions were wrong because I respected the fact that you know yourself better than I do and you know what's good for you. And even if, sometimes it's not, I kept my mouth shut, didn't I? Yes, I reacted, but I never told you that you were doing something wrong. Somehow, I still supported you.

I'm just really sick of hearing you accuse me of things that I don't do, those things that you did when you were my age. You think you know me, but you still don't. Well then, prepare to be suprised.

I know that you're just looking out for me. But, please, just let me be. I'm not saying that I don't need your support and understanding. I need it. Why the hell am I writing this, right? This is really frustrating. I won't learn if you keep on telling me what to and not to do. I won't grow up if I won't take risks because you keep on telling me that these are mistakes.

I am different. Hell, you are too. Let me make my own decisions. Let me make my own mistakes. Let me live my life. Live your own. I'm not going to live my life the way you did.

And no matter what you say or do, I can and will never be you. I am what I choose to be. And I choose to be me. I choose to be different. And believe me, it's going to better than who you were.

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EURA YUSTE is a seventeen-year old girl who loves ART and MUSIC. She thinks that blogging si not just a theraphy, it's her way of life. She values her family and friends more than herself. She is currently living in one of the hottest places in the world. But, loves MANILA to bits. Writing and fashion are her ways of expression. She hopes that her passion for PHOTOGRAPHY and EVENTS MANAGEMENT will help her pay the bills someday. Wanna knowmore?

"Faced with the opportunity to escape, what does a man do?Does he suddenly change his mind at the end of the tunnel, turn back and walk towards the opposite way - back to a place where comfort and gloom are abound?

He thinks of all the luxuries and comforts that he has to leave behind: the money, security, the chance to be popular, the glamour and everything else that is tied up to his current situation.
10 years down the line, he may regret his decision of moving on, as his peers would have probably made it by then. They may be managers by that time, handling people and large amounts of money. And where would he be?

What lies ahead (uncertainty) definitely scares him. Is the escape really necessary? Would it truly alter his life for the better? Or is that route to freedom deceiving him, tempting him to do something that isn’t really meant for him? What if he ends up hating the place where the path leads to?

But he can't stay. The passion just isn’t there. The man wants to take hold of his fate."

I read this in a blog I found in Tabulas. It hit me. Really hit me. I feel the same way. It was like he was writing my own words, that's why I reposted. I just need you to understand. I'm talking to all of you.

Go figure. I'm not mad. I'm just..disappointed. Don't make me hate who I am right now, because I don't and maybe for some time, I won't. I'm listening to you. Why can't you just listen and see right through me?

I understand. You just care, I know you do. But I know myself better than you do. Just let me make my own mistakes, if you think that this is one. I never told you that your decisions were wrong because I respected the fact that you know yourself better than I do and you know what's good for you. And even if, sometimes it's not, I kept my mouth shut, didn't I? Yes, I reacted, but I never told you that you were doing something wrong. Somehow, I still supported you.

I'm just really sick of hearing you accuse me of things that I don't do, those things that you did when you were my age. You think you know me, but you still don't. Well then, prepare to be suprised.

I know that you're just looking out for me. But, please, just let me be. I'm not saying that I don't need your support and understanding. I need it. Why the hell am I writing this, right? This is really frustrating. I won't learn if you keep on telling me what to and not to do. I won't grow up if I won't take risks because you keep on telling me that these are mistakes.

I am different. Hell, you are too. Let me make my own decisions. Let me make my own mistakes. Let me live my life. Live your own. I'm not going to live my life the way you did.

And no matter what you say or do, I can and will never be you. I am what I choose to be. And I choose to be me. I choose to be different. And believe me, it's going to better than who you were.

Labels: FAMILY, FRIENDS, LIFE