Do we ever…
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010Stop?

I don’t know the answer to that question. Since I’ve been back, I’ve been keeping myself busy in the midst of all the working and exercising(it’s true!) and living. If you’re in my pool of friends whom I update my life with, then you’ll know that I’m in the midst of waiting for something big and having that small little faith doesn’t help much. Still, it is faith after all. It isn’t easy waking up each day wondering what if and waiting for that email to come so that you know that it will be alright. Sometimes I feel like my heart may just stop beating from worrying too much. It scares me to bit that everytime I think about it my innards feel all weird and I feel like I cannot; not anymore. And yet, each day I make it a little more. A little more that teaches me that I can. And so I go on.

Sometimes I wanna run. I put on a mask so that no one will ever know how bad it hurts. Not because I don’t want people to ever find out, but because I don’t know how to explain if anyone ask. Sometimes I cry so much until the tears run dry and my face feels all wrinkly and then I laugh because silly me. Why did I get into all the emotional roller coaster when I could just simply walk away? Now you see, walking away is the simple part. Not walking away however, it takes great effort. Imma make that big effort because I know it’s going to be worth it.

Every other day I meet a new friend. Someone who are so willing to share their life with me despite the fact that I may not be the perfect candidate to throw their heart’s treasure. I feel honoured. And then there are those days when you love so much you try to protect your friends and help them not be broken but you get pushed aside; oblivious to existence. And then you wonder why. And then you get all frozen inside and you feel like you don’t care but that, well that are all lies. Lies you feed yourself because you cannot deal being not wanted. I cannot deal feeling unwanted. Not after investing so so much. Oh not forgetting those who come to you because they need something out of you. You give, over and over again, you give. And then you ask yourself; what’s next?

And that is what I tell myself every brand new day.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a brand new day and I am living.
Tomorrow is a brand new day and I’m not going to stop loving.
Tomorrow is a different day.
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P/s I have to rant a little bit. It’s been a while since I’ve updated but I’m thankful for all you who keep coming back. Blessings for you.




