LOVE is such a strange thing.
Some people love their job.
Some people love money.
Some people love food.
Some people… just love other people.
Love – Some people are dying to get out of it. But some would kill just to fall into it.
Some talks about love, but all that they want is the face and the body. Some say they don’t mind about not having love, but actually, all they ever wanted. Is love.
Some said they want love, but actually what they want. Is to have someone to care for them. Is caring equal to love? Must love always be equal to being caring?
Must you protect the one you love in every single thing that he or she does? Does accompanying your loved ones mean you love them? Does saying “I Love You” to your loved ones really touch them in their hearts? Do you even know what is “I love you” in the first place?
Is love born out of hate? Or is hate born out of love? It is when you love that person so deeply, that when he or she turns his back on you, you become overwhelmed by hatred.
Yet, it is when you hate someone so deeply, that you yourself yearn for his/her understanding. Because to hate a person, is just as tiring as loving a person. Somehow, I don’t know why I’m writing this and I don’t want to know.
This world is not fucked up. The ones who’re fucked up are those who thinks that this world is fucked up. The world is never unfair. Time is not the best healer of all wounds. You are the best healer yourself.
The past never haunts you, but rather, you haunt the past. You keep replaying the scenes of separation, dejection and regression in your head. You run away, only to come upon another high wall of the prison in your heart.
Walk out like a prisoner who just got released. Walk out proudly and don’t look back. Take the first step out and the rest will just follow.
You’re got to break the wall and take the first step out. You’ve got to do it. Do it now.
posted by yang @ 12:35 AM
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