Everybody who knows I got into an accident normally say, ‘it has a reason it happened.’ Well that’s aside from those who tell me, ‘masamang damo ka, don’t worry.’ To set things straight, I don’t know the exact reason.
But here’s a list of some obvious and random reasons — a proof of how dramatic my life has become lately especially when I do self-contemplation during my bus-rides to work.
Maybe it strengthened the bond between me and my parents.
Maybe it made me realize my father is really capable to do cash-out when necessary. Haha!
Maybe it’s seeing how true my friends are. That despite how different I look after the accident, they can still afford to walk with me in the malls.
Before and after melons. Nothing’s changed, I believe.
Maybe it’s doing away with the stress I used to worry in my existing (insert adjective) relationship. Be open, be cool, be budoy.
Maybe it’s getting rid of everything in the list above and retaining only number 8.
Maybe it allowed me to love my work more. To think about money, above all. Haha!
Maybe it’s a sign I should stop driving and take the passenger’s seat always instead.
Maybe it’s about time I should trust my left hand. It’s useful. Uhh, exactly the same thing you’re thinking. Haha!
Maybe it’s a wake up call that I can actually last a week without sex.
This is life. It’s always been a dawat-dawat system.