Dealing With

I know I must.

I've learned it the hard way. Whenever melancholy comes my way, I always see myself welcoming it with open arms. I taught myself the art of dealing with the consequences of my erroneous choices and decisions.. the number 1 on my How to Deal list.. my first aid.. my counterattack. I must play with and experiment on all the possible strategies. They're limitless, very much like the errors one person can commit. With these mishaps, intentionally or not, I know I may have hurt the people that I love. Undeniably though, I have learnt to accept that there is no one that hurts more with these things that I do than myself. But even with the pain, it is just not in my nature to back down.

Painful misery (is there such a thing that isn't painful??) I don't hide from it. I know that even if I do, the effects of my mishaps will still be there.. getting even more insanely complex, relentlessly eminent - like neon lights built to attract passersby. I face em like the mirrors in my bathroom with courage. Cause i have always believed that the tails of depression also known as sadness and sorrow aren't there to last. These two S's aren't in for infinity. But they will though if I let em. I welcome them like guests invited for dinner. Once the dinner is over, the natural order of things takes effect. Guests don't stay over but they only leave when they are told. Being the person who prepared the dinner, it is upto me to determine when exactly is the right time to show them the door.