IT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE.
This entry is wholeheartedly dedicated to my lovely friend whom I’ve always barked at and bitten off.
I’d like to tell you a story bout a superhuman I know; somebody I cherish the most, somebody I’ve always looked up to, somebody I love calling my friend.
There’s a great story that hasn’t been told yet, the scripts are real and better than great tales the world has ever heard of. Like a twilight; ending the darkness and inviting a new light. Amidst all life’s agonies, the stream of hope is ever present.
Truly, one cannot understand why certain things happen. It could be hurting like the funniest joke and it could be sweet like a bunch of pepper. Irony is an integral component of life, you wana kick it off but you’d end up realizing that you’ve been embracing it all along.
Love is a sacred feeling, something pure, an emotion that every human is capable of giving. We fall,..we wouldn’t know when, how, what for and with whom. You might get catched but you may also simply dig your own hole, to fall deeper, deeper until you feel sober.
The melodrama of a fairytale will forever remain, how would you cope and until when are you gonna cope? A question that can never be answered by any genius, not even the one who spent an entire life studying human formations and values acquisition. A question that can only be answered by time; by the person needing the answer for it. A question that may never be answered; a deadly cliff of fantasy and disbelief.
I admire the character in this story; she’s smart I believe she is, she knows just what to do; unsure but she’s taking the risks; she’s doing all she can to go up and fight her feelings. I am happy that she is constantly regaining, happy that she has loved and is continue loving, happy that though she’s tiring, she never quits trying. Has she quitted? It will do her no good.
Yes, she fell, it wasn’t a plan, nor a sweet tragedy, it just happened in a bliss of friendship – shoot it. It’s not a crime but it feels like jail is hunting her. I know she’s still confused and hurt at this point, no one can really help her our of it. It’s her shadow she’s always dealing with.
If you ever heard her talk, her voice hums a jolly tone but her spirit seems weary. She’s trying to bite in life’s cake, and she’s doing pretty well. She may not know it, but she taught me a lesson of a lifetime - that is how undeniably selfless, love is.
She is so strong, and wise and I wana be just like her. Her eyes prove how much time she’s been spending trying to divert all emotional instabilities into fruitful harvests of the soul. I think that the yarn she lived, has taught her to share her thoughts more often than she thought she would. She’s now inspiring other people with her cranky tales about her life. I love reading her stuffs, listening to her mind and feeling her heart. It’s sincere.
Like her, may we all learn how to be accustomed to the ever-paradoxical world. May we never tire of learning and revealing what life is all about. May we be able to get up and move on and carry our own cross faithfully. May we understand that simple matters count.
If you have a friend, troubled that he/she is running out of tracks to go. Don’t push them on the wrong way. Don’t tell them what they wana hear instead tell them what they should hear, As you do this, you should know the limits of your own tongue; avoid adding insult to an injury, that won’t help, that could be detrimental to your friend. Let them discover who they really are and just make them feel special. Never neglect their problems ‘cause it feels awful to be dejected.
Let them face their own battles and trust them that they are well accounted for their decisions. Love and care for them unconditionally. Sometimes, all we gotta do is listen.
It cuts like a knife when you pity yourself and when you throw questions in the air that will just dissipate leaving you no answer at all. Every wound shall heal and every sorrow will fade. Don’t be sorry about your burdens instead, keep fighting, You can do it! Just breathe and let live.