Something that I love and hate at the same time.
Yes, I wonder why.
Maybe it's the process of having to practice consistently to perfection that is tough to endure.
But life is all about practicing ain't it?
I wonder how true is that phrase.
Practice Makes Perfect
At a stage, where I kept practicing..
Thing's still go wrong.
Fingers just don't listen.
Blah, something's wrong with me these few days sigh.
Can't really keep track of what's happening.
Everything changed too quickly.
I don't feel scared easily, but this scares me .. in a way.
Knowing that I'll have to face it .. all by myself.
Yes, others could guide, but the choice is still within me.
The one who's gonna face it, it's still gonna be me.