on those days

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Sometimes I get lost in everyday living. You know those times when you just can’t wait to let early mornings pass you by just so you could get to work on time and return home early because you look forward to rest and sleep in preparation for the next day to come.

The next thing you know a week has passed; and you get panicky of your self–induced what–ifs situations: what if this happens, what if this time would come. Then you tell yourself to get ready, because really you’re not and the whole wide world would suddenly be leaning on your shoulders, heavy, so that when someone gives you a back massage, your back would be as stiff as a board that it’d exhaust you. Inhume you.

Everyday, I pray for strength and perseverance. Not because I don’t know where to find and get them. But for me to still be graceful, grateful, and hopeful about life as it happens over and over again. Because after all, who am I kidding? I get bad hair days, hook, line, and sinker.

Let's always choose to swim and breathe.