The Haunting

"Jangan benarkan apa yang menghantuimu, menghalangmu." - Ps.Kenneth, 2014

To be honest, the past is in many ways, scary. Many times i look back, i cringe, teared, ached of what could've and what shouldn't have. Many times I blame myself for allowing things to take place, to avail myself to be hurt, to let those walls down. Some of those times, the pain still echoes.

I have a very bad experience with relationships. One that has cause me to have a great amount of distrust and speculation of the opposite. One that had imprinted in me that they are all the same.

Yet every time, i'll still cautiously let down the wall a little, to have a peek, to have snippets to small talks. I'm at a point now where i've gone pass the safety zone, where if things swayed, like it or not i'll get hurt. Frankly, it's terrifying. It's terribly scary. "No one falls in love without being a little brave"

The past is haunting me, hounding me that she is the same as the rest. That she play games.That she is a trickster. But i should not make up conclusions. The past serves as a lesson, to be cautious, to ready myself for the dreams, miracles and possibilities of the future. I should teach me to be cautious, and not fearful. It should teach me to be wise, not paranoid. It should make me, a better man.