My OperaChoose to be cheerful / tongtong
Friday, April 27, 2007 2:56:59 AM
Choose to be cheerful / tongtong
Last night, an indescribable anguish seized me suddenly out of my awareness, maybe it was stirred by some subconscious stress, which almost bashed me and I could not cheer me up, as if I was fooled and was isolated somehow, the nameless affliction robbed me of power to proceed with my routine though I attempted to repress it, I attempted to wrestle a logic explanation but I was too tired to continue and fell asleep with mind still cluching that question.
I got up vigorously this morning and my sombre mood last night was dispelled clearly, how refreshed I felt and I went to the park, which was gay with many early birds there doing morning exercises, dancing, playing boxing, playing badminton and kicking shuttlecock. I joined them cheerfully as I arrived at the play ground.
I played heartily shadowboxing and badminton with many fellow friends, reviewing last night's episode, I gave an ease smile, there a saying came to me which goes like this: the most difficult thing in the world is to control oneself. Yes, I acknowledge it more than ever, I was bashed last night for I didn't try hard to fight against the devil which lurked in my mind, it seized every chance to wreck havoc to my cheerful expectation and perspective. Though I attempted to wrestle against it yet I was too tired to hold the battle and fell asleep with the mind still grappling for an answer.
At times, we maybe become meloncholy, yet we'd better check us from plunging in the gloomy mood, we can do it when we believe that each day is a new beginning, each efforts will pay off eventually in this way or another, each good wish will be received well, each dog has its day. When we stop asking so many questions and focus on what we are supposed to do, then we will find ourselves soon as gay as larks.
Last night, an indescribable anguish seized me suddenly out of my awareness, maybe it was stirred by some subconscious stress, which almost bashed me and I could not cheer me up, as if I was fooled and was isolated somehow, the nameless affliction robbed me of power to proceed with my routine though I attempted to repress it, I attempted to wrestle a logic explanation but I was too tired to continue and fell asleep with mind still cluching that question.
I got up vigorously this morning and my sombre mood last night was dispelled clearly, how refreshed I felt and I went to the park, which was gay with many early birds there doing morning exercises, dancing, playing boxing, playing badminton and kicking shuttlecock. I joined them cheerfully as I arrived at the play ground.
I played heartily shadowboxing and badminton with many fellow friends, reviewing last night's episode, I gave an ease smile, there a saying came to me which goes like this: the most difficult thing in the world is to control oneself. Yes, I acknowledge it more than ever, I was bashed last night for I didn't try hard to fight against the devil which lurked in my mind, it seized every chance to wreck havoc to my cheerful expectation and perspective. Though I attempted to wrestle against it yet I was too tired to hold the battle and fell asleep with the mind still grappling for an answer.
At times, we maybe become meloncholy, yet we'd better check us from plunging in the gloomy mood, we can do it when we believe that each day is a new beginning, each efforts will pay off eventually in this way or another, each good wish will be received well, each dog has its day. When we stop asking so many questions and focus on what we are supposed to do, then we will find ourselves soon as gay as larks.
