I was crazy in love at one point too. Maybe more.
I was always forewarned by people who cared the most, who cared for real.
The people who watched my every move, the people who breathed down my neck.. they unleashed the rebel in me. And I continuously drowned myself in an ocean of make-believe. I was a fool like that.
I knew I was going to get burned by touching the fire, yet I touched it anyway. Just so I could feel it for myself, just so I had myself to blame but not regret that I did. My mind was twisted like that.
I was blind to the truth because the truth was not how i understood what love was. The truth did not matter. And to say that I was having the time of my life was an understatement. I was in love like that.
But that was me.
I thought I knew myself well.
I thought that I could handle stupidity and all the things that went with it.
It’s different when you see it happening to someone close to you.. someone you deeply care about.. someone who has always been fragile in your eyes.
True to the adage ‘been there, done that.’, I have been there where you are now and I have done more than everything you have done so far.
But how do I warn?
For some reason, I have always pictured myself as the strong one. And I have always wanted to become that. I claim to be able to crack a hard shell, to a point when it becomes a surprise to me when people hesitate to open up and pour out their souls. Maybe because my first attempt did not just make somebody feel I didn’t have biases but because it was an eye opener on what I was capable of. Yes I keep an open mind, I do not judge quickly and I want people to draw strength from me.
And when people think I am doing them a favor even by just listening, it’s really the other way around.
It’s my soul they guard.
Those eyes.. see the beauty around you. The grass is green, the skies are blue, the smiles are sweet, the laughter is real.
Those hands.. let them stop from shaking. Let nothing fear you. I’ve got your back. I will hold you, I will not let go.
Those feet.. stand up and take a step. One at a time. Until you can walk again. You know where you want to go. To a place where nothing is make-believe.
That heart.. I wish I could keep and lock it in a safe place. It’s been beaten up a lot and you have put up your walls so high. You just peep through these walls, checking what’s outside the small world you have created for yourself, but afraid to let somebody in.
I wish I was with you right there right now, and all the time I can while I’ve still got enough strength for us.
If you can’t help yourself, at least let me try.
And when I closed my eyes, I saw you there..
We talked and we laughed, we didn’t give a care..
You were all smiles at me, I was smiling back at you..
Such a happy moment, everything felt so true.
And when I opened them, it was you I recognized..
A much more different you was what I realized.. The eyes had so much pain, the heart was broken..
A single thing of what you feel, to me you hadn’t spoken.
Now close your eyes and think of my face..
Think of how I want to make you happy all these days..
When you’re done, open them and look at me..
I am still the same person, that’s what I’ll always be.
While everyone is busy entertaining visitors, or catching up with each other, or passing around biscuits and coffee, I sit in the corner of this funeral parlor enjoying some alone time. And questions about life and death start to pour like the rain that is outside this glass window.
Another day had passed, another day had come. What have you done in a day?
Have you reached out to someone who is in need?
Have you comforted someone in pain?
Have you smiled at life’s surprises?
Have you hugged someone who feels down?
Have you told someone you love him or her?
Have you said sorry to the one you hurt?
Have you thanked someone who makes life easy for you?
Have you done your part in letting people know Someone actually cares?
Are there goals unreached?
Are there words unspoken?
Are there wheels unturned?
Is there unfinished business?
So while this life is just borrowed, how about we make it worthwhile.
Time is the only thing we have now.
Time is the only thing we’ll lose soon.
If you wanna wear makeup, cool.
If you wanna go plain, cool.
If you wanna grow your hair long, cool.
If you wanna shave it off, cool.
If you wanna wear 1 earring, cool.
If you wanna wear 3 or more, cool.
If you wanna get tatted all over, cool.
If you wanna get just your brows tatted, cool.
If you wanna eat like a pig, cool.
If you wanna eat like a bird, cool.
If you wanna sleep early, cool.
If you don’t wanna sleep at all, cool.
I had a guy tell me ‘Thanks for doing this for me.’
And I said, ‘Oh. But I’m doing this for me.’
Don’t try to impress anyone. That would be an insult to yourself.
Do as you please.
Fakes have 1-minute fame.
We all just have to keep it real.
Happiness is smaller than you think.
It is not in the grandest of things.
It is not having the luxuries in life. Or getting on top of the corporate ladder. Or bagging a coveted title. Or achieving the perfect hourglass figure. Or even having for yourself the most beautiful human alive.
It is in your first morning thought that makes you get through the day.
It is in a sweet smile an old lady still manages to flash that causes creases to her face.
It is in a warm greeting of a stranger when you’re down to thinking nobody cares.
It is in an unguarded moment of a child who worries nothing about the world he moves in.
It is in the little grip of a baby with his whole hand to that one finger of yours.
It is in a tight hug of a mother who understands what you go through with just a glimpse.
It is in a hearty laugh shared with a friend about nonsense, and still feel a moment well spent.
It is in silence where one finds comfort, when everything else has been spoken.
It is in every breath that spells LIFE, instead of existence.
And my list just goes on.
Someone used to tell me ‘nothing is trivial.’
He was right. It is true.
Be mindful. Discover the little things.
Have you ever doubted the sincerity of a smile?
Have you ever wondered if there was something more real behind it?
Have you ever stopped to think if a person was just putting a brave front?
The people we meet day in and day out, we don’t know what they’re going through.. we don’t know how much pain in the past they had to face.. we don’t know what they are up against today.. we don’t know the struggles that are waiting for them tomorrow.. we don’t know the wounds they are trying to heal everyday in their lives.
When we think we have it bad, other people may have it worse. And we could be in a better situation after all.
We are all in the same game, just different levels. We are all in the same hell, just dealing with different devils. We all have our sides — the good side, the bad side, and the side we keep to ourselves. The world is a stage and we are all actors. But at the end of the show, we retreat to our cave no one else knows.
Give love when you can.. care even for the cold ones.. everyone has a soft spot. That tiny little gesture that doesn’t cost you anything may just mean everything to someone.