Fear
Posted March 28, 2011
on:Every single one of us lives with a fear within us; it's the kind of fear that causes us to bear with the worst kind of pain on our own. This fear is the fear of being judged at, even by our closest family or friends. And to me, what hurts more than having such a fear, is knowing that my friends are suffering too because of it. It hurts to know that when they feel like their world is collapsing, they don't see the need to turn to others for help just because they don't want people to think otherwise of them. No matter how strong one can be, nobody should go through any sort of pain on their own. I wish that everyone would know that when friendships are formed, an unwritten; unspoken contract is signed. One with a clause that says to accept you for who you are. What I'm trying to put across is simply the fact that you are never alone. You may be lonely, but you're not alone. No matter how twisted and ugly you think your thoughts are, there is someone else out there who is equally tormented by his/her own insanity. And I think sharing these thoughts will not only give your friends a chance to diminish those voices you have in your head (the ones that keep bringing you down), it will also provide comfort to another in knowing that there is someone out there who understands what he/she is going through. So please. Please don't bear the pain alone. Please don't cry yourself to sleep. Please don't seal up your heart.
"I think we both wouldn't have felt so alone and insane if we shared our thoughts like that. All because we were trying to shield ourselves from any impending hurt that might not even occur."
Helpless
Posted March 15, 2011
on:While here we are going through each day as per normal, there are others living theirs in fear and uncertainty. It upsets me to know that there's only so much that I can do. This feeling of helplessness has been bugging me. I'm no one special. But at times at this, I wish I were. I wish I were more than what I am right now.
Just sayin’
Posted March 14, 2011
on:In regards to philanthropy or voluntary work,
honestly, I don't really care what your motives are.
In a worst-case scenario,
I'd rather have someone pretend to care than to be nonchalant.
At least the former gets things done,
even if it's for the wrong reasons.
Of course, I do hope that people help out
because they truly want to make a difference in the lives of others.
But...well, I'm just sayin'.
Past
Posted February 27, 2011
on:Everything happens for a reason though. If you had done things differently, maybe the present you would be different too - but would it be for the better?
It's funny...even though life is always pushing us forward
but when we take a transient moment to breathe,
all we think about is the past -
how we'd like to go back to change some things or
how we'd like to just stay there.
Instead of heading towards uncertainty,
there's just something comforting about the past.
And when one get hit with memories,
more often than not,
there are always things we wish we could rectify, isn't it?
But I think it's important for us to know that
every single mistake helped to shape who we are now.
Whatever that has happened should only serve to make us stronger.
A friend once told me,
"There's no use beating yourself up over something you can't change."
How true, how true indeed.
The past will slow us down if we lose ourselves in it.
That is something I should always remind myself of.
Pillar
Posted February 22, 2011
on:
Ever had the time when you feel
other people’s problems are bigger than your troubles,
so you want to be bigger for them?
Bigger than your own insignificant worries as compared,
bigger than yourself.
You just want to be more, for the people you love.
It slowly becomes accultured,
and becomes a value you strive to keep.
Imperfectly, Perfect
Posted February 14, 2011
on:You don’t just love me on my good days. On my pretty days, when I have makeup on and my hair looks decent. When I’m cheerful and witty and affectionate and feeling well. You love me when no one else possibly could. You love me when I’m pale and hollow, when I haven’t laughed for days and I’ve worn the same pajamas for a week. When I curl up in my little corner of the bed and try not to think about life. When I’m irritable and ugly and bitchy and I yell at you for stupid things. When my hair is greasy and I have bags under my eyes. Those are the times when with great patience and care, you brush my hair behind my ear, kiss my forehead, and tell me, "You’re beautiful and I love you." That’s how I know … that’s love.
May we all find a love like this that's imperfectly, perfect :) Happy Valentine's Day everyone! ♥