This week was very tiring. I can't believe that I would survive!

I can't count the number of times I've said that I want to quit. Almost everyday I say to myself, 'I've had enough.' - But I still find myself doing those things the next day, hoping it will be okay. Hoping it won't be tiring as before. I still assume that everyday will turn out perfectly fine.

Isn't it quite ironic? I still say to myself that I should look to the bright side of things when I know there aren't any. I still pray every minute hoping that God would spare me. Sometimes, I want to do something that I can't. I'm afraid to.

I know that's my problem, being too afraid.

What I learned is that I am the one running my own life. People may laugh at me because I look awkward when I run, they may say something prejudicial about me behind my back, but I don't care. I make mistakes and I live with it. Isn't that about life? Learning from mistakes?

Just so you know, I'm very, very, very tired from the whole week basketball training. Four hours each day with a mere minute of water break isn't my typical scenario. I was really embarrassed of the whole training, because I didn't do well unlike the others. But I just laugh about it. I laugh because it's healthier than suffering from distress and wondering why I can't play basketball like Kobe Bryant.

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