Escape Pain Blindfolded With Naïveté

There are reasons you cannot fathom enough that you keep on denying them - reasons on choices, on why things happened and moving past it, such that no matter how objective you are about things, somehow you lose your sense of understanding (understanding in its very essence of having an open-mind and a heart ready for humility or acceptance).

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here are reasons you cannot fathom enough that you keep on denying them - reasons on choices, on why things happened and moving past it, such that no matter how objective you are about things, somehow you lose your sense of understanding (understanding in its very essence of having an open-mind and a heart ready for humility or acceptance).

It's curious that you have wisdom learned from years of experience yet at some point you fail to use it and precariously acted back on what life has thrown at you; how you neglect what's reasonable and exhaust yourself in falsely justifying something illogical; and how you unknowingly led yourself to an inevitable pit of emptiness.

Life will always be full of reasons why things had to be, and carefully selecting which one/s to believe in and accept is the hard part. For me, the choice will always be what the heart innocently understands. People will always say never to let your heart dictate your mind, yet I'll still follow otherwise because it is for that very reason when the mind has knew of fear and you bind yourself that you'll find it hard to start again and let your heart do what it's suppose to do - choosing to love and be kind (in its truest form, that of a child's).

A Life Well-Remembered

14March 2012, yet another funeral for a friend's mom was attended. February of 2011, the life of a friend's father, from the same set of friends as the former, was also celebrated most sadly such that a month prior it was her mother's burial rites we observed.

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as my life been trivial? Had it been of worth that in my deathbed  I can actually take pride on most of the moments lived?

14March 2012, yet another funeral for a friend's mom was attended. February of 2011, the life of a friend's father, from the same set of friends as the former, was also celebrated most sadly such that a month prior it was her mother's burial rites we observed. Death, a time when people cry over a person's life that'll be surely missed. How will you know that you will be missed, that the life you spent will be well-remembered?

It must be consoling to know that there will be a single soul who'll weep should you go past this life; or even a single smile saying your life has been a significant one, that you've wasted no time during your existence.

A Life On A Leaf

Someday Somehow

What we had was something special and to endure a long period of sadness and being alone is all worth it because you're worth it. We fall in love at the same time but youth played with our hearts till you're no longer ready to fight for it when I was (and I seemed unable to pull my feelings together when you were).

What we had was something special and to endure a long period of sadness and being alone is all worth it because you're worth it. We fall in love at the same time but youth played with our hearts till you're no longer ready to fight for it when I was (and I seemed unable to pull my feelings together when you were). The uncertainties in waiting is a foolish act that I choose. Should at the end of all these is still a solitary journey, then I'll embrace it knowing that I loved and deeply I did.

People may think I've wasted time spent in somewhat an endless pursuit of acceptance and having finally moved on, I must say I certainly did not. I may have let go of the chances to love again, but it's one noble choice I make knowing that love is about the fairness in giving yourself as a whole.

To brave through all these is an experience that'll help me collect the broken pieces and rebuild the whole that I once was - build someone better - scarred yet armoured with the hurts and lessons learned, who'll move forward ready to fall again (and fall deeper) somehow someday in His most perfect time.

Leaves of a Past Unforgiven

An Inevitable

A Best Fr!End

Our roads isn't that of logic but of art where a set of parallel lines always meet at some point that only our hearts know..

Our roads isn't that of logic but of art where a set of parallel lines always meet at some point that only our hearts know..