After a very long Sunday (not to mention it’s a pre-valentines-day), here I am fulfilling a promise to myself to write another piece after quite some time. If you’re asking why I have labeled this day “long”, well, got a lot of reasons, the twists and the turns, the run-like-no-tomorrow play with the kids, the tête-à-tête with my friends, the movie talk online with owmeek, and with toi, ting and ta personally, the cramps that I’m feeling right now, and a lot more. (Sighs). What a day it is. What a day it was.
Honestly, I’m expecting myself to come up with a topic about love. But I think it would be more of a cliché for my part, I think I should right something tantamount to what I really feel; it should not just be love and all love.
So where should I start then? (well, I don’t know as well, and that’s the usual)
As I glanced to my watch just seconds ago, it’s already 12:02 in the morning, so, it means one thing, TIME TO SLEEP! Kidding aside, its 14th already, yeah, Valentines day, good for those who are in love and those who believed it. No pun intended, okay?
Always remember that in love, it should always be two-sided, may it be romantic love or the other kind of love, it should always be a two-way process. Just like when you dance tango, it should be a collaborative effort, as the saying goes “it takes two to tango”, same goes to love.
I guess I need to do some explaining now why I have this subdued idea about this season.
Love month, love season, and love..., oh, whatever it is called, we all have this notion of showing love and waiting to show some love during this season. Why is it so? Why do we need to wait for this time to come before we can express and show-off our affection towards someone? Cause it’s ROMANTIC? Oh, come on, that’s a fallacy, that’s one of the dumbest and the most stupid reason I’ve ever heard. It’s very simple, love should be all year round, from January 1 to the 31st of December, no perfect time frame, not time-bounded, just plainly THAT. I have this strong belief that if you love someone, you should show it in whatever way you can think of, you should show it long as the feeling is there, for nothing’s really constant but change, sooner or later your feelings would alter, either for the better or (sadly) for the worse, I mean, your feelings towards someone may vanish and you’ll just find out to yourself that it was not really love but just mere attraction. That’s the price you’re going to pay for claiming LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
I just feel I’m going nowhere with the topic about LOVE this time, not so interesting for me by this instance cause I know almost all the notes posted in FB, the blogs, and the articles on reading materials tackles LOVE, this fuckin’ (ooops! sorry for my language) love.
I know the aforementioned reason is so weak, so, I must admit, I will be celebrating a lonesome valentines, but I’d rather term it as a self-sufficient valentines day. And yes, that’s why I’m remunerating myself with these stupid reasons why I don’t believe about the MAGIC of this season. I don’t want to fool myself now; if I just have a happy and better love life, for sure I’d be writing a better and a one-subject-with-a-flow piece, and for sure I won’t bother to explain to you and enumerate reasons why I find celebrating this season stupid and irrelevant.
Well, that’s life, dwell on what you have, and as what I have said, I will write something based on what I feel, and this was actually the result, a piece of I-don’t-know-what-to-write, no exact topic. Laughs.
Wait. Give me time to reflect and redirect my focus.
(one minute, counting two, okay, enough).
This is it.
Everything falls into place; at the right time. Call it fate or destiny, or things suchlike. But yes, everything has its perfect timing with a perfect reason.
We have the perfect life best suited for us, the perfect people who would play the roles of the most important characters in our lives, down to the villain and even to the passersby , we are also given perfect challenges which will cast us; and this would come with a perfect elucidation which we are to find out.
Perfect? But why it seems to be so rigid then?
Simply because ideals are imperfect. Ironic, right?
Life being perfect means it is imperfect. (confusing, isn’t it?)
We became perfect when we dwell on our imperfections and make it something good, it’s like inhabiting what you have, and appreciating what you’ve got. Life is perfect when you know how to appreciate things even to the smallest detail. As it is through appreciation and contentment that we can find genuine happiness. I’m not saying that it’s always good to patch up on what you have and just impede there, of course not, life is a continuous stint, we should continue to move on, we should continue to grow, but always remember that as you grow, it’s not just YOU who matures, your responsibility multiplies, and it proliferates through exponents.
I remember making decision is a hard thing for me before, especially every time I’m asked on my take about some pertinent matters I’m involved with. Maybe because I’m not ready for the consequences it has store for me (just in case), yes, I was beaten and swallowed by cowardice. But time by time, I learned how to deflect ideas; that life is really a matter of CHOICE, that when you take consequences, it can still be a reward (somehow). And that at times, committing mistake is fun, most especially when you gain more than what you lose, opportunity cost in accounting. But when you’re deficit (accounting term again)? That’s going to be another story.
Life is really about risks and choices. And those two are inevitable.
Well, life never stops, it remained hanging, but it’s WE who tend to stop. So don’t blame anyone then, culpability is in you!
As I walk on, I should remember that there’s a life of my past tailing me, and I’m way better than that, and as I would continue to step on, I would grow even better and that’s if and only if I CHOOSE TO GROW.
It’s always a beginning, a start, a new page; and it’s all in the mind.
(from my facebook account, posted as note; posted late)
