Just as I was about to finish this post my dear brother stepped on the power line and caused the computer to shut down. Therefore, ARGH. Having exahusted myself after typing for over half an hour straight already, I won't attempt to recompile my thoughts as they were virtually non-existant coz I wrote this post on autopiliot. Where was the energy from? Where did the words come from? How did sentence after sentence magically appear without having me think them over and over to find the right words? I don't know. But that's probably the only good thing that has come out of my current situation. Other than that, I'm just a big mess of emotions about nothing in particular at all. At some points, or many points rather, in life, we have this jumbled up feeling that stems from one emotion about a single event, or even worst several emotions about nothing. We don't know how to feel, we have no idea where it comes from, how it came to be. So how are we to solve it? Wait. Waiting for something to hit us and for realization to set in. Sometimes it never comes, sometimes we keep on waiting, most of the time we stop and walk on, trying to forget, shake off that feeling until the next time it comes back to haunt us again.
We despise being despised, we get hurt in the processing of hurting, we gain after we have given and we can love without being loved. So when will we govern our own lives to the point that we control every single event, every single outcome, all the tiny little details to perfection? Never. We need others, we need people, we need friends and family.
When does love turn to hate? When it is never love to begin with. When will you learn to let go? Only when you set yourself free. When will you forget and start anew? Only when you have found the you whom you have lost the moment you decide that you and your significant other are one. When will you stop hurting and realize nothing which has led you to lose yourself is worth waiting for? Only when you begin to believe in yourself again. So each time you are met with a dead end, open up that new path, never stop paving, it might lead you to a special place someday. Never stop.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
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