Thursday, April 26, 2012
Two days ago, I went to the Apple store and once became weary of surfing the websites on Safari, it all came to reasoning why I chose to visit Apple in the first place. Sentimental simplicity collided, therefore condensing the messenger grain of electricity which flew to shock me and then a mental pause. Hesitating, I knew that this was the point of no return as I was given a second privlege to preserve my registration in virtual school English. Then, it was during the time where monthly calls were approaching and I anxiously tried to race through my pre-course assignment, the first and only t'was scarcely striving in effort itself. Perhaps, looking through the weeds of a literal languish personality, there is an ember euphoria efflorescing at the eye of my spirit. The hibernating nucleolus unlocked, and I expressed the most of my ability to single out my aim, isolating it from a world of raucous cacophony and irrelevant, diverging distractions. Occasionally, in times treasured and special, I'd be placidly awake and pacificly endeavouring, my mind rapidly penetrating, that much captivated when the clock ticks, each second moving forward, leaving no regrets for those decoding their colossal obstables. I could almost relive that moment, for therefore was it wistful, those pure, precious minutes. It's a remedy to cure the academical sluggers if you were to realize that it's an emergency and straighten your pessimism, your thoughts shooting far into galaxies unknown, moonlit and extraterrestrially acute. What there was left were memoirs of the rejoicing, relieving revelation at the end. 'What ifs' will attempt to allure you into the prescence of fears, but giving tries are worth overcoming doubts that equally frighten you to eradicate your troubles, though truth is exiling yourself doesn't tranquilly vanish your concerns. At times of thorned desperation, I would be willing, without mandatorily rethinking, to activate my momentum and impulsively cutting the ribbon of a fractional exploit. Personally, I judged myself bittersweetly indifferent; although it was a couple of days beforehand that I precipitated a theory of where I can change, if I were to acknowledge that my actions could gravitate to a sense of achievement. In the epilogue, it was bliss to unclutch my fluttering agonies, the malignant miseries liberating into escape.
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