It's funny how life throws things at you sometimes, and you have no way to dodge them whatsoever. And it's pretty awesome how, in the process of getting hit, you begin to feel like you're already a pro at taking all those cuts and bruises along the way.

No, it's not called numbness or blissful ignorance. It's called learning to accept reality.

This week, quite a few things went wrong. But then again, when were they ever going right? It's always that feeling within me that nothing in life can ever run so smooth. Before you begin to savor it all, a bump will come along the way and you'd have to be forcibly jerked awake from the wonderful dream that fate tempted you with.

I've always plunged into life without looking how deep (or shallow) the waters were. And even if I knew beforehand about all the regrets and mistakes that could and would happen, it never changed how I faced life: head-on.

Call it stupidity, call it pig-headedness. But I don't like hesitations, not at all.

So I guess you could call it a wonderful life. I haven't died yet, nor am I stricken with some life-threatening disease.

I'm here, and I'm still alive and kicking.

-alex.