A silent applause from me to you.

  It goes on every child's mind, "What can I do to make my parents proud?" and I'm no exception. Seeing them flash a benevolent smile at something you've done right, gives you utter motivation to continue and of course, satisfaction.

  But what if we fail at it? What if our parents looses hope in you and leave the situation as it is? As a failure, will we stand back up? The answer is, we must.

  I've been in a situation where I felt I wasn't apart of anything successful. Neither I was the brightess student in school nor in class but the one thing I manage to have my father pad me on the shoulder, was my achievement in basketball.

  Was it enough to make them proud? I'm guessing no. It's been a while after I sat for my examination -PMR- and I didn't achieve as expected. I remember shedding tears every night, every time I shower and sometimes, I felt I let everyone down, especially my parents.

  I knew deep down they were proud of me but I also knew they wished I could have done better. That fact literally kill me, but it didn't let me down hard. I stood back up on my feet and in my perspective, I did.

  I have many other responsibilities but making my parents proud is one I ought to succeed in. My goals in life might not please my father or mother but I assure to do my best in it and be the best I can be.

See beneath it all.

  Writing about life is tough, there's just so many to point out. Yet, all those meaningful quotes came from a story, someone's story and they began painting the journey of life..

  I couldn't articulate how it feels like to be in my shoes. It's neither a great thing nor a bad thing, it's just how it is. The idea of describing and putting into words felt like a challenge, better yet explain it. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall be honest. The issue here is, where to begin?

  Since I'm a student, it's easier to start of with that. Have you ever cried so hard in the middle of the night after reminiscing, a painful truth, that you fail to make your parents proud? I do. That feeling of fear that you'll repeat your horrible mistake again, that excruciating pain down your throat, stomach tangled and the only thing to make you feel better is to scream, literally killed me after my dad gave up hopes on me.

  According to my sister, I'm the most determine of all, yet, my effort is never promising. What should I do? Answer is, self motivation. Despite all the shit I've gone through to make my parents proud, I haven't seen a single genuine smile on their visage, it hurts, truly. Well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, am I right? At first, I took it the hard way and gave up. What I fail to realize is that it doesn't get better, it only aggravates. Somehow, I manage to rebuild my confidence in succeeding in my life, especially reaching for my giant size goals and most vital, planting a genuine grin on my parents face.

  Moving on, family struggles. Blood is thicker than water, and I believe that saying is true. I don't fathom those who runaway from home because of misunderstood. I've always been misunderstood, yet I stayed through it all. Imagine I'm always judge by my dressing, the way I look at life and on top of it, financial difficulties my family face fail to complete my demands, somehow, I took it positively. Whats more important? Family is. I'll be dead in sorrow, speechless, shocked and devastated if they're not by my side. It's simply unimaginable.

  It's fair to say that I've hated the obstacle and fail demands, but after listening to my dad's side of the story. I felt guilty. If I were in his shoes, I'll pray for my child to understand and with just that, it'll help the situation better.

  I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason, so I'll just move on with this Happy-go-lucky disguise and make the most out of it. Like they say, the happiest person in this world, hides the deepest story.