Life
Assalamualaikum
Stepping into adulthood is hard.
I've been repeating these words since years ago.
When I climbed up the stairs.
Choking myself by gulping in the cold water.
Watching the crowd lifelessly.
Bathing in the loneliness of nights.
Making drinks for strangers hoping they would taste great.
Listening to songs while thinking about my unrequited love.
Sleeping and realising my mind is wide awake.
Noticing those dark circles under my eyes and hoping for them to vanish the next few seconds.
Organising thoughts on my final year project.
Growing up is hard.
"She's a bit slow,"
"Try walking faster,"
"You need to dress up a bit,"
"You look pale,"
"You have to straighten up your back,"
Complaining will never help.
Need of some solid support.
Life is much more than getting 4 flat.
Life is not just about studying, aiming high,
Getting a good job that pays accordingly to who you are in your resumes and results.
Much more than getting the man you love loves you back.
Much more than buying all the good things you've ever wanted.
Than eating all those sweet donuts and cakes and swallow in all those black and translucent pearls that taste so good along with the milk.
Much more than that.
What's up with my faith? How's my solah doing? How's my relationship with Al-Quran?
Have been lazing around for too long.
Then there comes the internship and the chapters for fyp.
"It's better for you to further your study,"
Surprisingly I don't know what I've been learning. Where should I pour out all of those? I remember learning about phonetics and stuffs. Allah.
First thing you need to do is get up and work some stuff Kamilia.
But of course, alhamdulillah for everything Ya Rabb.
You have given me so much yet,
I always forget to reflect on it.
Stepping into adulthood is hard.
I've been repeating these words since years ago.
When I climbed up the stairs.
Choking myself by gulping in the cold water.
Watching the crowd lifelessly.
Bathing in the loneliness of nights.
Making drinks for strangers hoping they would taste great.
Listening to songs while thinking about my unrequited love.
Sleeping and realising my mind is wide awake.
Noticing those dark circles under my eyes and hoping for them to vanish the next few seconds.
Organising thoughts on my final year project.
Growing up is hard.
"She's a bit slow,"
"Try walking faster,"
"You need to dress up a bit,"
"You look pale,"
"You have to straighten up your back,"
Complaining will never help.
Need of some solid support.
Life is much more than getting 4 flat.
Life is not just about studying, aiming high,
Getting a good job that pays accordingly to who you are in your resumes and results.
Much more than getting the man you love loves you back.
Much more than buying all the good things you've ever wanted.
Than eating all those sweet donuts and cakes and swallow in all those black and translucent pearls that taste so good along with the milk.
Much more than that.
What's up with my faith? How's my solah doing? How's my relationship with Al-Quran?
Have been lazing around for too long.
Then there comes the internship and the chapters for fyp.
"It's better for you to further your study,"
Surprisingly I don't know what I've been learning. Where should I pour out all of those? I remember learning about phonetics and stuffs. Allah.
First thing you need to do is get up and work some stuff Kamilia.
But of course, alhamdulillah for everything Ya Rabb.
You have given me so much yet,
I always forget to reflect on it.
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