LIFE IS INDEED A ROLLER COASTER

Every living creature is called to become what it is meant to be.

A tadpole is meant to be a frog, a caterpillar is meant to be a butterfly, a seed is meant to be a tree that will soon be covered with lovely blossoms.

—Is it fate for a person to meet someone who shares the same values?—

If we know how they'll end up, can we also calculate the possibility of making a man or women fall in love?

Can we really calculate love? Or was it dictated by fate?

Is it possible for a cat to be a lion?

Or a dog dressed to be a wolf?

Why do we always act innocent even though we know the subject?

What we show to others is all filtered, a product of phantasm.

Sometimes we just go with the flow, because we're scared to commit mistakes that may lead to things that we don't want to happen.

Then there are opportunities that are to take, but we never seem to risk them.

We were hurt by expectations to the point that the pain was too deep compared to the sore made by the knife.

We stumbled many times, making unwise decisions and risky actions, but we still managed to stand up.

Sometimes, we lie to them—to the people we love—to get them to accept us or to make them not leave us behind.

We lie because it's the only way to become close to the person we secretly love, we secretly admire.

Is this kind of lie a form of betrayal?

Can I consider myself a liar if all I want is to patch the hole so others can only see the whole piece and not the shattered one?

Albert Einstein is said to be a day dreamer, his questioning mind occupied with its own speculations.

I'm also a day dreamer, but I act based on others' expectations.

I can't focus on what I really want because the reality is far different from what I imagined.

I was on my way to campus when I remembered that I hadn't posted it online to give my readers a new flavor to read.

As I was passing through the field, my earphones were in and playing Taylor Swift's song "You belong with me".

I didn't notice that there was a group of boys playing basketball and a lot of fans were cheering for a guy named Nathan.

I don't mind if he's handsome or not, but the important thing to me is to have the courage to confess to my crush.

I'm hoping that he will accept my feelings and, if that happens, I will be the happiest girl among my friends.

During lunch break, I sat on the bench where only a few students visited that place.

"Does he love me? He loves me not! "

"Does he love me? He loves me not! "

"Does he love me?"

And the last petal fell onto the grass while Wendy released a deep sigh.

Shhh! I'm dumb, she said while looking down at the petals while the sun was facing her like a spotlight.

Suddenly, the shadow of a man emerges and is slowly walking towards her.

She felt something was strange and started to lift her head gently, but because of the sun rays, she couldn't exactly figure out who that man was standing in front of her.

He's tall and holding a cold bottle of water.

"You're funny and cute".

He said while giving me the thing he had in his hand.

"The petals of flowers will not decide whether a man likes you or not."

"Try to apply the law of attraction," he added.

While he was leaving, I was just stunned by him.

And for the last time before he disappeared from my sight, he looked at me again and said.

"The law of attraction is a philosophy suggesting that positive thoughts bring positive outcomes or the other way around."

He smiled at me.

Even though I can't clearly see his face, I will recognize him in the future through his voice.

I can't forget that moment and the night after it happened, the "Project 100 poem" was born.

My name is Wendy, a nearly outcast, weird hothead and almost short girl who's known for being a cartoonist and having killer eyes that literally kill your happiness.

I have friends that I consider my sisters.

I was with them from the start of the class until it ended.

We don't care about others' stories.

I mean, the stories of our classmates who spread gossip about us, because they couldn't accept that our circle excelled in class.

We face a lot of challenges, and one of the hardest is the passing years of obsolescent.

Our youth is the highlight of our lives.

For a moment, we were lost, we stumbled and we were confused.

Frankly speaking, I'm in my senior year and I don't have a plan for my future.

I don't know what course I'm going to take, but I have guts to confess to my crush and, at this stage, the only thing I want is to spread positivity and love genuinely.

I started to write a diary and post it on software where I hide my identity.

I feel happy about meeting new friends online.

They followed me and I exchanged messages with them when we were free or wanted someone to vent with.

We have a clan and most of the members are aspiring writers, so I try to write.

"I remember that guy.

What if I write a story based on that scenario? No, No, No.

But what if it's the only way to find him? Well, I'll think about it first",

I whispered to my alter ego while blushing, remembering that special moment.

So I just posted my feelings towards the man I secretly admired.

It is unrequited, a love that is not returned.