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Caution: Emotion-heavy post
Written The Night Before His Execution
Chidiock Tichbourne
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy but a dish of pain;
My crop of corn is but a field of tares;
And all my good is but a vain hope of gain;
My life is fled, and yet I saw no sun;
And now I live, and now my life is done.
The spring is past and yet it had not sprung;
The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves be green;
My youth is gone, and yet i am but young;
I saw the world, and yet i was not seen;
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun;
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death, and found it in my womb,
I looked for life, and saw it was a shade,
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now i die, and now I am but made:
The glass is full, and now my glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
This was the last piece of analysis i had to do for my Eng Lit paper. Speaking of irony, I wanted this to come out and thankfully it came out yet i did not do well in it. I'm now having a confusion of feelings. My results are coming out soon. REAL SOON, and i can't decide or should i say, prepare myself to face it. I want to know my results but i don't want to know my results for the fear of getting results worst than my expected ones, which are not very good, so if i did worst, you can roughly guess how bad it will be. Confusing eh? I'm a person with very low self-esteem because i always feel that there are so many people out there who work really really hard to achieve what they want and they deserve to get what they should. I know the fact deep within my heart that i've not work hard enough and i really feel sorry for my mum. She had spent so much time trying to help me work on my weak subjects and the teachers who decided to spare so much of their precious time to help me, I just couldn't bring myself to face the harsh reality that will hit me hard and bring me to the uttermost feeling of being guilty. I really don't know where can i gather courage that can help me through this. I guess it really depends on my faith with the Lord then. He will be my strength and courage, He will be there for me as he is everyday.
Visiting the hospital had always been part of my life routine. It IS my second home. I had a check up recently for my asthma and it appears that i now have healthy lungs! I've always wondered when i was younger whether or not i'll still need to come to the hospital when i reach the age of being an adult but the thought of being discharged from the asthma clinic never occurred to me. The doctor said if my well-controlled condition can go on for more than six months, I can be discharged the next time i visit the asthma clinic, which is 8th of August next year. I was actually really shocked when she said i could be discharged. It didn't feel as comforting as it should had been. I didn't know why until i gave a few days of thought about it. I think it was because i like feeling protected. It was a second home to me, and you know, one day they just tell that you don't have to come home that often anymore, you could even not come back if you feel well. I don't how i should feel, or how i should have any feelings for this. It was a place i feel connected to and to tell the truth, it's a place where i could find a spot for myself and feel safe in it, a place where i belong and love. It's a place i'll never forget for the rest of my life. I love the fact of being protected and that there'll be someone there for me whenever i feel hopeless and tired. It'll always be a shoulder to lean on. I think i'll be writing a poem for my second home, but it shall be processed a few times before i post it up ^^
I still have some stuffs to blog about but i've decided not to post the up in case it bores to death. I'll just keep them deep within my heart then. Thanks for reading all my problems!
