The Choice

Today, I spent my last day before long weekend by having a walk with my pals at mall near the office. We have a long talk, there's a quotation from him that make me think hard.

Let say you are a professional racer, but in the reality you only have "Bajaj roda tiga" as your vehicle. What are you going to do? the choice is yours. Are you going to throw away that vehicle or you accept what you've got, and drive on with it. 

Maybe it's too extreme to be compared with "Bajaj roda tiga" at least I understand what he want to tell me,  but first of all I must close all story. From this moment I shut my ears, I shut my mouth, and I close my heart forever. I'm sorry, but I have to choose whether ride on it or throw it. Although the consequences there will be broke someone hearts, but at least not me. Believe me, broken heart will be heal by the time goes by it's just the matter of time... I must make a choice so I can go on with my life. And don't say I didn't offer the choice. You pick it up already...