looking at the people around me, it dawned upon that many of them are troubled about one thing- love.
over the span of a couple of days, i've been kept in the loop on at least 6, 7 relationships. my gosh anyway too many for me to remember. somehow, kind of weird. for me, that is.
people fall in love, spend hours thinking about silly things, hanging on to what they would later term ridiculous nonsense, continue to fall even harder into the abyss, and finally, it ends. wham bang, nothing. or in some cases, no sound, no picture, it ends. silence, nothing.
next they proceed to the next phrase. the ending brings the beginning of more tears, until finally, emotional fatigue sets in. and so the climb to the summit of emotional joy begins. the duration of the climb depends only on two factors. one, and the most important, the climber himself. two, his team mates. some people sprints up the slope, some takes forever to get there. others still abort mission and decide to scale another summit.
so i ask, why do we even bother putting ourselves through this?
my heart aches for the friend who, upon her sudden break-up, turns cynic. much as i wanted to tell her that she'll learn to love again, i know it's a doubled-edged sword. so all that came out was "girl, you'll move on. give it time." you'll move on. to what? see, it's open-ended. and for the friend who broke up with his girl, and went gay. mind you, both of these relationships lasted for 2,3 years.
and of course, those blissfully attached and just smoothing out the bumps, i must say it warms me to see the smile on their faces. all the best and may the smile remains.
you also have those who are nursing serious crushes. a little tricky but hey, like i always say, time reveals all.
some among us live by Love as the be-all and end-all of their life. i don't fall into that category. and i don't think i ever will. or maybe it's because i havn't met a guy who can make me fall that hard yet. hah.
"the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is to love, and be loved in return."
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