strings in need of mending

Friday, October 20, 2006

 

we all could make up an acceptable justification for the wrong we do, but what is wrong can never be right, and hurting others for our own gain doesn’t come close to the definition of what love really is.

 

 

last quarter of the year. i am itching to turn over a new leaf.  i wanna restore my soul completely.  and i am entitled to transform my life whenever i wanted to, right?  i can hear someone say “trish, you’re way too dreamy!”

 

 

finding someone who will love us for what we have been and what we are isn’t easy, more often than not, people put a price tag to the things they do for us.  seldom do we find someone who will accept us for all the things we are, the good and the bad in us.  every relationship, successful or not, is always a learning experience.  after each recovery, we come out as better persons.  we learn to experience that pain will hurt us but we will also learn to understand that pain will teach us to become stronger persons.

 

 

so much for finding mr. right  or maybe i should stop looking for one and distillate on other important things.  but i don’t want to be a hypocrite and say that “yeah, im so blissful with the way things are”.  after all, im human too, like everybody else.  i get hurt.  i have my prerequisites, but as they say, it is better to risk your heart to the possibility of pain than to never feel love again.  to love without love is merely existing.  to merely exist makes you no different from machines, there is no greater pain than that.

 

 

there are times when i would reflect on my life and thought, it’s true that a relationship’s success doesn’t rely only in finding the right person, but also in being the right person.  but love sometimes moves in its own mysterious ways.  it’s something that we just have to openly and unconditionally accept.

 

remember that the stars are constantly shining

but often we do not see them until the darkest hours

sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow

we must fail in order to know

sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with tears