Options
I was feeling so good this morning. I was feeling so good until the last few minutes.

Suddenly I feel depression. I feel so not myself. Tranquility oozed out of me like rain from heavy clouds.

Why is it so hard to drill notes into my wrecked brain? Why is it so hard to answer some History trivia? Why is it so hard for me to have someone to understand me truly, unabridged? Why is it so hard for me to understand people?

Why is it so hard to be contented?

I saw a candle on the roadside on my way home from tuition. It was the candle to guide the spirit of someone's departed loved one back home. The candle that indicated death.

Then I thought to myself. What if suddenly I drop dead, and will my 'someone' light a candle to guide me home? Will my 'someone' mourn for me not for a week, a month, but forever? Will I get the chance to attain my dreams 'up there'? My dream to be contented, is unattainable right here, right now. I will never be contented, as long as I can't satisfy my crave to...to fulfil my yearnings.

I do have options. I can either sulk and fret and continue to be depressed, or forget everything evil, read the 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens, be proactive, and get my arse ready for my English paper tomorrow.

Obviously. Options can be easy sometimes.

--SOCT