hold on to something or not

swim against the current?

just give up

live or die?

I like to watch her struggle...to get loose

Does it want to grasp your hand as well? Then you have your answer.

I ain't goin' down without a fight.

Give up, go with the flow, enjoy life~

it aint over till the fat lady sings... i guess ill have to put down the mic

I always try my best to hold on to something and hope it would work but after giving it my best shot and still don't work... I have to accept defeat and face reality. If it is not meant for us it will never happen. Try harder with more patience and perseverance as long as you can, give up when necessary and make peace with reality, acceptance will put your heart at rest and end up with a smile on your face

Give up or not give it up.. that depends how important it is to you.

I like sushi and seaweed salad...

Sometimes when drawn in to be pushed away it's difficult.

Life......

Are you a fish?
'Do not go gentle into that good night.'

...and when all else fails, quote Dylan Thomas.

Singing "the fight song".

The real trick is knowing when to hold on.. and when to hold on tighter.. and then when to loosen your grip up.. you never want it to feel angry.. forced... just relax and take your time... now sometimes you have to struggle with it just a little bit.. you know just to get things going... but once you get on a roll.. you got to hold on and ride it all the way to the Finish.line.. because believe me if you don't you feel a little unsatisfied.. and then you got to start the whole process over again..lol

'Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.'

- Dylan Thomas -