libro de mi vida

I opened once again the book of my life, read it from page to page.
To remind me of who i was, and find my true self now.
As i progress, i have seen the evidences that made me a different person.
The tears that i have shed to this book.

Every spotted ink to compose the writings showed emotions that made it alive.
I can not deny that i have also questioned why…
for all the pain that made my heart sometimes numb,
the burnt hope that used to flicker,
and the crumbled ideals that i used to have.

Suddenly, i asked myself, do i regret being the person i am now?
Shall i tore the pages that show misery and pain?
Or shall i keep them to remind me that life isn’t kisses and honeys at all.
And use these to be the best of myself.

I’ve realized, time flew so fast that i could not write it all down.

This book will continue to write…and no one knows when the story of my life will end.