Unsung Hero

Today has been more or less a better than average day for me. It was short at school, not too lacklustered and with that little pinch of spice. Started normally with the early morning alarm ringing followed with the ever 'engaging' MRT ride to school. When I stepped into school grounds, it was pretty evident that I wanted the last period bell to ring; I haven't been in the best of moods for the past few days, so going to school felt a bit like a chore.

The periods were to go on as such- Chemistry, English, Malay, History and lastly PE-T(Physical Education Theory). The day would end at 1305hrs, and I heaved a sigh of relief at that thought. Chemistry strangely caught my attention today. Acids and Bases does seem like a fairly interesting sub-topic, although it does get confusing when my concentration on the question is disrupted. Madam Farrah did a great job explaining the concepts clearly. I just hope I managed to absorb all of it in my head.

English was, 'English', did group discussion for TfU during Malay, History was interesting and found my BMI during PE-T. I immediately walked out of school when the school bell rang and Mr Sng announced dismissal. It was typical of me to do that. Run out of school when the last bell for the day rang. I'm not the type to hang around school unless I had soccer training. With that attribute and a bad mood to sprinkle on it, I had more reason to tell myself to get out of school as soon as possible. I headed for the mosque, as I always did, to pray.

With all the complications and stress in life, the mosque has always been my favourite place to release the tension, look into my thoughts and really think with a clear mind of how to settle my issues. The setting and surrounding of the mosque does make me feel like God is there with me, helping me think clearer, better, more openly. Call me pious; I think I am. After an hour there, I headed for home.

I felt happy, which was a change in emotion(I had been gloomy throughout the morning) as I stepped out of the mosque and made my way home. Somehow, I just knew deep down, behind all the pain, problems and misunderstandings in my life that surfaced, that God would be there with me, to lend a helping hand whenever I needed it. Of course, I knew that faith and no effort would also be worthless. That state of mind made me feel a lot more positive, and made me feel that problems were still worth to be solved, relationships were still worth to be saved and life was still worth to live.

I have made effort to solve my problems. The feeling's amazing. My head has been held up high, hopeful and determined since then. I've come to think with a new mindset. An optimistic one. I won't let myself down. Not anymore. I won't let you down either. Thats a promise.