Seriously, the world is disturbing as it pushes me to exert more effort in crafting my own art. He is so choosy and judgmental. Since I met him, I’m going beyond what is expected in writing my poems and proses so I can prove myself to him.
Whenever I feel like my art is perfect, he’ll come in my way and tell me that, “Hey! You can do something better than this ‘coz you’re great and excellent.”
Most of the time, he irritates the hell out of me because whenever I try to imitate or copy someone’s style, for sure, he’ll tell me that I’m good on my own and I should let myself bloom in the perfect time.
And when I’m about to give up, he’ll argue with me with full conviction and persistently, in the most straight forward way, he will burst out and spit these lines; “Why are you giving up? This is your time. Stand up and keep moving.”
“Your goal is up ahead. It’s miles away from you so go”, he added.
This disturber edifies me to value everything I have, even the smallest of blessings I receive. Every small step is worthy because this is exactly the path he wanted for me. Slowly but surely, through his fussing deeds against me, I’m inching closer in fulfilling my objectives.
Indeed, I’m glad that I met him – the annoying world – because he lures the best out of me.
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