At times, I feel that the more you put in, the more disappointed you will feel when things do not go as planned. The sense of disappointment is still there. Whenever I saw the posters, I was reminded of how it could be like if it wasn't cancelled. We're supposed to take them down. But I just do not have the heart to do so.
Am I still hoping? Have I not given up yet?
I guess I have to learn to let go. Certain things are simply beyond our control. I should feel glad for this opportunity to learn something. Failures do happen. It's just reality. But though I have been expecting this outcome, that doesn't take away the pain.
Seems like everytime I put my heart and soul into something, it goes wrong...
I shouldn't have put my trust in worldly things. All things will come to pass anyway. Perhaps 10 years down the road, it will not matter whether this run goes on or not. What really matters will be the friendships forged and the lessons learnt. Time heals all wounds. I know I will be able to get over this. Yet, I do not know if I'll have the courage to undertake something like this again.
Why did he have to disappoint me?
Or were my expectations too high?
Sometimes when I look at him,
I wonder how he did the things he had done
Was the passion, the fire, not there anymore?
Don't tell me that I've done a lot when it all comes to nothing in the end
Your words do not mean anything now.
Am I still hoping? Have I not given up yet?
I guess I have to learn to let go. Certain things are simply beyond our control. I should feel glad for this opportunity to learn something. Failures do happen. It's just reality. But though I have been expecting this outcome, that doesn't take away the pain.
Seems like everytime I put my heart and soul into something, it goes wrong...
I shouldn't have put my trust in worldly things. All things will come to pass anyway. Perhaps 10 years down the road, it will not matter whether this run goes on or not. What really matters will be the friendships forged and the lessons learnt. Time heals all wounds. I know I will be able to get over this. Yet, I do not know if I'll have the courage to undertake something like this again.
Why did he have to disappoint me?
Or were my expectations too high?
Sometimes when I look at him,
I wonder how he did the things he had done
Was the passion, the fire, not there anymore?
Don't tell me that I've done a lot when it all comes to nothing in the end
Your words do not mean anything now.
