Last night tears had brought me to a realization that I was actually
under pressure. What would you call it then? To cry suddenly, without
physical happenings around you?
Out of the blue, I've
become the criminal on the run with a secret who goes on hiding here and
there, duck around from the spotlights and avoid suspicious eyes. When
you're an innocent person going on hiding to protect a secret, sometimes
it gets tiring while you're carrying the weight of the world on your
shoulders, just like in the movie. At the end, you just gonna be brave
and raise your hands high to surrender, to give up to be the innocent
people. Give up running. And lay the truth on the table.
But what if you've been on the run for a few years now? People
are after you and your secret. You have no idea when is the end is going
to be. The day when you finally release yourself from all the weight,
all the problem and stress. The day you thought you could bring along
your little secret to your grave. Then you thought is not going to worth
it after all these years you're hiding from the public, if you give up
now.
If that's the way it is, what is the end then? Is there an end of it?
Because I see no end of it, so I have to pull myself together and
take my very brave step out there. Because I'm tired of hiding.
Finally, you taught me something. You taught me something about
you. You choose to avoid, rather than confront. When the secret is out,
everybody will be happy, and I'll stop going on hiding.
At least we try. I've already made up my decision. What about you?
