If it’s meant to be, it will be.

I hate that words.

As much as I hate that I couldn’t go to my favorite band’s concert. As much as I hate when I’ve got plan then it got cancelled in the last minute because of something or someone which unimportant. As much as I hate my order in a restaurant take so much time. As much as I hate my favorite dress ruined by a dot of coffee. As much as I hate my books are ruined by someone who borrowed them.

I really am against that words.

If it’s not meant to be, then you have to work your freaking ass up. You must take some risks, have some faith, and do your best to fight for it! Don’t just give up and said, then it’s not meant to be. What’s the point of hanging on for so long in it? What’s the point playing it safe? Nothing. Then right from the start you should stop, not continue it and then because of a phrase “then, it’s not meant to be. if it’s meant to be, it will be.”, you stop fight for it. Fuck that. It feels like everything that you’ve been done, you’ve been through were just nothing. Because for me, if you think something is precious, you fight for it. You don’t give up in the middle of the way. You freaking fight for it. If it’s hard, you need to figure something out, to work harder. In the end, if that thing is finally lose, you won’t regret it. Cause you’ve works so hard.

(backsound : Sleeping With Sirens – If You Can’t Hang)

Besides, if playing it safe were the best bet to accomplishing what we’re passionate about and destined to do, then it stands to reason that every door would swing open wide as we approached it, every opportunity would embrace us, the gods would happily smile on us, nodding their approval, and there would be one simple, exact path to follow when you’re setting out to establish yourself in this business. – Kate McClanaghan

If you can’t hang then, there’s the door, baby.

I’d rather you walked away right now, than have to wasting my time.

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