3.3.06
one-liners.
u know how it is sometimes when out of a whole night of chitchatting with a grp of frens, a certain random lighthearted sentence rings so startlingly true that you bring it home after the entire night and it just keeps playing in your head over and over again? well that happened to me last night, tho i've yet to blog about it.
'well isnt love all about stepping out of your comfort zone..' true, it really is. maybe thats why it makes us so vulnerable. maybe thats why it hurts so bad when it fails. maybe thats why its such a wonderful feeling when it doesnt.
but would there ever be a point when you feel incapable of loving anymore. because your heart had been given away and shattered and never be full and perfect and lovely anymore. because any person whom you now give your heart to would be receiving something second-rated. and because you wouldnt want that to happen.
maybe putting it that way is too altruistic. at some point of time, you also start to lose sight of why you shld wanna find someone to love and be loved by. friends seem to be great enough. friends cant cut you that deep.
u know, its nice to think that you'll marry the very 1st person you ever liked. but more often than not, it doesnt happen. the thing is, why should i fall into majority? do i want to fall into majority? i just put on 'goodbye my lover' and read your letter and cry. i dun even noe why i do it. i shld be sick of wet-pillow nights by now. but somehow, crying makes me feel better, it makes me feel more humane. its like this small reflex that reminds you of your capacity for emotion. of that welling in your heart. and of that beautiful soul. yes its true. its the only time when you can look terribly ugly, and still feel beautiful. very often we are told not to cry, or we forbid ourselves to, for fear of being labelled overly emotional. its much unlike times when we were younger where we would wail at any displeasure. but sometimes, just sometimes, we let ourselves free in the solitude of our own room. we tell ourselves its ok to cry, and we let our inner child take over.
in those times, we relive the meaning of life.
i fluttered by;
11:58 PM
