Four-leaf clover

“I’m so stressed and I don’t even know how did I get here. I’m going to live my whole life like this. Oh God, the pillows are tempting me.”

“You’re so lucky! Buti ka nga blessed ka ng ganyan eh!”

“But it pressures me too much! How can I even say I enjoyed my life if all I did was to sit in front of my computer and do projects and case studies all day, and ALL NIGHT. Proper sleeps are a no-no too. And you expect me to be happy? Are you serious?!”

“I like pressure. Buti ka nga eh, nasa sayo na lahat.”

Dear Ground,

Please swallow me. Why can’t they understand? Blessings are very VERY great, but the responsibility that comes with every blessing that I get causes so much havoc and destruction in my life, to the point it drives me insane and lets me wish to just wake up in my own little wonderland of joy and fluffiness.

I am happy with the blessings that I get, but why does it have to come with so much pressure? I may seem so “blessed” and “happy” but everytime that I wake up in the morning, I am always greeted by the walls of my ‘nothing box’ where I live, obviously, tending to get frustrated as hell and start the whole day with the same old routines.

I am so jealous of the people who could do everything that they want without anyone or anything restraining them from it. You guys, are so lucky.

But at the end of the day, all I can do is be thankful, because I am aware with the fact that I am indeed blessed. I guess, there’s no escape with this. I should just cope with it somehow.

This is the real life.

Oh, how lucky.