I finally accept the fact that I am not a machine.


I used to do the long-non-sleeping-work hour, the time from ten pm to six am, without flinching. I could even do it three days straight. I can't anymore, at least I can't do it alone and just ride it like every other iron man.

I can't.

And much as I hate to admit, I think my health is also in need of attention. At barely twenty-four, I'm supposed to be at the peak of my game, but I don't think I am. I can still think; still quite quick on my toes, but it just ain't what it used to.

I think it's just God's way of telling me not to procrastinate. Because when I can still hack my way through the battlefield and be able to pull it off, it became a habit. Because I was so frikkin' full of myself, I thought I can always work with the last minute. Because I was too arrogant to accept advice from those people around me, I miss hitting home. Because I was too confident in myself, I forget that there are people affected with my actions.

masyado ka kasing bilib sa sarili mo e.