Life's what you make it.
Life always offers you a second chance. It's called tomorrow. Sometimes in life, you're not always given a second chance, but if you do, take advantage of it, and go out with a bang! Every second a seeker can start over, for his life's mistakes are initial drafts and not the final version.
Getting a second chance in life is about giving yourself the opportunity to grow beyond your past failures. It's about positively adjusting your attitude toward future possibilities.
Second chance is like a cat with nine lives. It's like the relationship between a mother and a child. It's worth everything, every smile and faith. Second chances barely comes to those who actually needs it but to us that barely have a problem to call homeless.
They say fear is for the brace while cowards barely stare in the eyes of their offender. These days the world seems unsafe because crime pays like a part-time job with so many rights in the wrongs.
They say love is for the loving and never for those who're yet to love themselves first because without love, there's probably nothing that's real. I wonder whether or not you know that love is the realest thing on planet earth and beyond.
Maybe that's why we get sick of it after draining a lover who sees us as a beloved. Maybe that's why the boys give love in order to get sex while the girls give sex in order to get love.
Oh! what a shame. What a shame that we tend to love the wrong ones while breaking the hearts of those who really care about us. What a shame that we've walked a long road and worned it well yet seldom appreciate the bad days knowing 'This too shall pass away.
You've seen a loved one die, spent new year's Eve with people you barely know and walked through the aisle with a supposed opposite version of yourself yet things never churn out as planned because these days, you text but he doesn't text; you thought you had figured out your Mr. Right yet clutch your wet pillow of tears hoping you would wake to find him next to you.
You've got a lady yet never appreciate her because her ass isn't as wavy as the single lady next door. You spend the entire day appreciating strange women then fall back home without a choice to face your mistake, your wife; that woman you think marrying was a mistake.
So you step outside and roll up some blunt to drain the frustration. The first inhalation brings this blissful relief making you feel the breeze. You grasp your PC then scroll through your mail to find only spams and fraudulent adverts.
The sight of her irritates you and makes the ambient you call home a place of misery. You've suddenly gone rich so spend the weekend in hotel suits having a threesome.
Now the people scream your name and call you all nice and respectful names but you and I know the truth. I mean, what's a man who can't stand up to his actions? who's he who doesn't know the difference between relationships and commitments? that, I wonder.
