Our story is not full of epic sh*t
Our story is mundane
Typical
Tiny
There's no bomb
or Typhoon
but just tiny pebbles.
Our pebbles are small
insignificant.
However
Our story has a pouch
where all the tiny pebbles are kept
bit by bit
consistently
everyday.
Our pouch
occasionally will become
too full
until it feels so heavy
it tires us out
heart and soul.
There are times
very rare occasions
but still happened
Our pouch was too full
it burst
spitting pebbles everywhere
obliterating everything
in their paths.
All of us have been given our individual pouches
from the very beginning
We don't have a say in this
and we don't realize
how it will turn out to be a burden someday
we were young and naive
so we treated the pouch as a part of us.
Now, we are stuck with it
We know it tires us out
but living without it
makes us vulnerable
We have fallen victim to a scam
called comfort zone
We can throw the pouch
but we wouldn't.
We are grateful
our story are only full of tiny pebbles
not a typhoon
or a bomb
as the impact when the pouch burst
would not be too catastrophic.
At least we are able to pick up the pieces
of the shattered pouch
sew it back
and fill it in with more
pebbles.
