Even for ask simple questions
Like
"Are you okay?"
Or
"Is everything good?"
I don't have
Any guts
Anymore
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Not as sweet as strawberry
What is it really mean to love?
Is it supposed to be passionate and fiery?
Or is it more like calm and warm?
How can you be sure that you are in love?
Is it someone whisper in your head, saying 'this is the one',
Or you don't even realize until it grows so strong within your heart?
Is it love?
Some people mistakenly interpret love to their own definition.
They used 'love' as an excuse to fulfill their loneliness.
Because they can't stand alone, it is.
They need someone, other person, by their side, and assume that its 'love'.
Then they start to fill their empty space with it. So they're not lonely anymore.
Is it love?
Or greed?
Or ego?
I've never been really falling in love. Even if i do, it is not love. Its more like, somekind of admiration. Kind of love that easily forgotten.
On the contrary belief, i would say that love supposed to be patient.
It does not bring harm. When some people hurt each other and still stay, it is not love anymore.
'Stay' doesn't always mean 'love'. It might mean 'lazy to search for someone else.' or 'lazy to start all-over again.' or 'afraid to be alone again'.
Love, is quiet.
Its like standing in a field full of flowers in the afternoon, on windy day.
Or like coming home and found a bed with fresh linen.
Or like having a cup of warm tea in the morning.
Or like sailing in a quiet ocean, knowing that your journey will be alright.
Love, is not a game of hide and seek. It does not running around when you want to catch it. It does not like riding on a roller coaster. It does not bring you to a forsaken up and down phases.
Love, is not when you try your best to make someone else happy.
Oppositely, someone else's happines is your only objective. No matter its because of you, or other people, or other things, if this someone is happy, then its enough for you.
That is, love, love.
Love, is not when you think that this someone has to be always with you. So you can protect them all the time.
However, if this someone need to be somewhere else doing something else with somebody else and this does not bother you,
That is love, love.
You dont have to torment yourself to think that you are not sad knowing the fact that perhaps someone you love, is not meant to be with you.
You can be sad,
You can even, cry a river.
You can sleep all day and wake up watching television, eating chips trying to forget about this someone.
But thinking about it again,
This someone will be good.
This someone will be happy.
This someone will be okay.
Its all that matters, right?
Is it enough for you?
Because if its not,
Then you are made of greed.
It is not love.
On the other side, you don't have to tell them that you love them.
Sometimes, they know.
But if they don't know, you can always tell, or leave it like that.
Because i am pretty sure, that the smiling face of that someone to you, is the most important thing. Despite wether they are within the reach or not.
Love more.
And more.
And more.
Until you think that one day,
You can let the love go.
Say thank you, and pray for their happiness.
And then, let the others found you.
Sometimes, to love is to let go.
This is love, love.
Is it supposed to be passionate and fiery?
Or is it more like calm and warm?
How can you be sure that you are in love?
Is it someone whisper in your head, saying 'this is the one',
Or you don't even realize until it grows so strong within your heart?
Is it love?
Some people mistakenly interpret love to their own definition.
They used 'love' as an excuse to fulfill their loneliness.
Because they can't stand alone, it is.
They need someone, other person, by their side, and assume that its 'love'.
Then they start to fill their empty space with it. So they're not lonely anymore.
Is it love?
Or greed?
Or ego?
I've never been really falling in love. Even if i do, it is not love. Its more like, somekind of admiration. Kind of love that easily forgotten.
On the contrary belief, i would say that love supposed to be patient.
It does not bring harm. When some people hurt each other and still stay, it is not love anymore.
'Stay' doesn't always mean 'love'. It might mean 'lazy to search for someone else.' or 'lazy to start all-over again.' or 'afraid to be alone again'.
Love, is quiet.
Its like standing in a field full of flowers in the afternoon, on windy day.
Or like coming home and found a bed with fresh linen.
Or like having a cup of warm tea in the morning.
Or like sailing in a quiet ocean, knowing that your journey will be alright.
Love, is not a game of hide and seek. It does not running around when you want to catch it. It does not like riding on a roller coaster. It does not bring you to a forsaken up and down phases.
Love, is not when you try your best to make someone else happy.
Oppositely, someone else's happines is your only objective. No matter its because of you, or other people, or other things, if this someone is happy, then its enough for you.
That is, love, love.
Love, is not when you think that this someone has to be always with you. So you can protect them all the time.
However, if this someone need to be somewhere else doing something else with somebody else and this does not bother you,
That is love, love.
You dont have to torment yourself to think that you are not sad knowing the fact that perhaps someone you love, is not meant to be with you.
You can be sad,
You can even, cry a river.
You can sleep all day and wake up watching television, eating chips trying to forget about this someone.
But thinking about it again,
This someone will be good.
This someone will be happy.
This someone will be okay.
Its all that matters, right?
Is it enough for you?
Because if its not,
Then you are made of greed.
It is not love.
On the other side, you don't have to tell them that you love them.
Sometimes, they know.
But if they don't know, you can always tell, or leave it like that.
Because i am pretty sure, that the smiling face of that someone to you, is the most important thing. Despite wether they are within the reach or not.
Love more.
And more.
And more.
Until you think that one day,
You can let the love go.
Say thank you, and pray for their happiness.
And then, let the others found you.
Sometimes, to love is to let go.
This is love, love.
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