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They say, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Old quotation, heard it until now.
But for me, when life gives me lemons, i won't make lemonade. I'll ask life to gives me salt, then i'll squirt the lemon and sprinkle the salt on a wound. It'll hurt so badly, leave a deep scars and i'll crying because of it.
However, that's a life.
And i've to go on whatever happen. There'll be a deep scars to remind me, i was there. I was hurt. I was broken. By life. But here i am. Live. Breath. Staring into the scars. Standing in front of life and say, "I'm okay. I'm so damn good. Your lemons doesn't mean anything for me except scars, compromise, and lesson how to through it. Thank you."