God will make a way.

Sometimes.
You just hate yourself.
You know that there is a better way of doing things.
That making a little sacrifice will bring peace.
Instead,
you do just the opposite.
By that time,
it is too late.
The one that is ruled by his temperament has already stomped off.
And all you can do is to sit down,
sulk,
and regret,
that things could have turned out better.

But I guess.
I just have to keep trying.
To not give up.
And if ever I am faced with such a situation,
I would leave God to make the decision for me.
I wouldn't be a kid anymore.
I would know how to think.

I wouldn't be fighting over the remote control with daddy no more.