
many times I wonder why some people are so lucky when finding the right partner. some people had to experience a lot of pain and endurance, sacrifice and in the end they still found nothing. i guess, i am one of them. not to consider myself unlucky but I guess its not my cup of tea such euphoric feeling.I might be laughing at the end of the line all those crazy stuff I have done "in the name of love" but I guess everything should be dealt with appreciation and wisdom. I am getting olderbut sometimes I still have that childish sweet feeling when I feel inlove to someone. Despite all the regrets and hurtful feelingsof loving, I still emerged a happy individual with nothing to be ashamed of. I am just human. I might have my fair share of stupidity and regrets on the past relationships I had but I have learned my lessons well. Sometimes the lesson comes late when the opportunity had gone.You end up having regrets and "WHAT IF's" and even during your sleep, it still haunts you. I have let time passed me by without doing anything. My heart had been shielded with lot of worries and selfishness.Then comes another opportunity where I was too worried about the future it brings.In an instant, it flew away. Future is useless, achievement is stale when the inspiration gones off. It is just a piece of paper where you can't read nothing.but for someone who wants to write but can't start with any single word, the paper served as a sponge, a tissue for all the silent tears.If you found yourself in a situation where love is not reciprocated, not appreciated,don't stress. accept things happen for a purpose. life is not promised in a bed of roses. it should be embraced with all the painful realities that some things are not meant to last long. But be thankful for all the opportunity, dance with it even it means losing something in the end. you end up wounded but your spirit is healed.life is too short to be wasted with worries and regrets.besides, true love means not expecting anything in return. Carpe Diem!

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