Life has given me more than what I could have asked for. More than what I wanted.
But I cannot complain.
I cannot say it's better if the events that have taken place should never have happened. Because they have made me strong.
They have made me the person I am now. Strong. Smiling. Standing amidst the current.
Living despite the threats of death.
This is a personal blog. The posts were written and the photographs taken by me.
Do you know how much I love you?
Happy :)
It takes a long time to heal the wounds, especially the ones we’re rarely aware of.
But I’m back, and I’m happier than ever. :D
What is it about life that makes us all crave for the happiness people can never really give? What is it about other people that makes us think we can’t live without them? What is it with ourselves that we keep thinking we’re not worth loving?
A lot of questions have filled my head, only to lead me to a much more complicated maze. Up to this day, I barely know the answers.
But I’m starting to find out how life is beautiful as it is - a mystery.
A mystery that unfolds each moment, leading you to a path of wonder and glory. A path that leads you deeper into the beautiful mystery that it is.
We may never decipher it in its entirety, but I guess that’s why it’s beautiful.
Hoarding Love.
I am thirsty; thirsty for love.
I need it so bad.
I feel so incomplete, just like the moon out tonight. I am lonely. You can see it in my smile. It doesn’t even reach my eyes.
I feel incapable, incapable of loving. It seems as though I keep on giving and giving love, without receiving anything in return. Am I doing something wrong? Because if love is not in giving, then I do not know how to love.
Why?
All I can think of now are questions. Questions that keep on sprouting no matter how hard I try to kill them. Perhaps it’s because the answers are the very facts that I cannot bear to admit.
But I am still hoping.
In time, the moon will become full. And maybe, just maybe……so will I.
I want to be happy.
Practice as if you were the worst. Perform as if you were the best.
Watching 3 Idiots again.
All is well. :)
I wonder what you feel when you hurt me.
I wonder if you ever even think I’m hurt. I wonder if you ever even care.
I want to cry so, so bad; but I know you don’t deserve my tears. You don’t deserve anything. But still I’m giving you my attention. It’s a crazy thing, how I’m drawn to the pain you give me. Is it because you assure me of all the bitter things I say to myself every time I face the mirror?
It hurts. Because it’s true.
You left a bad taste in my mouth my sour patch kid you and me it’s no mystery, no magic trick:)
Colorless.
The sky is gray today. I thought of you as the rain gracefully hit the ground, just like the way I did when I lost you.
