Relationship is a work hard.
I even came across this very thought once: love is a waste of time. (Let’s have you on the same page as I am, I’m not talking about love in friendship or in family, so if you know what I mean, hop on the boat and continue reading). But eventually I realized that it was too harsh of a thought.
I even came across this very thought once: love is a waste of time. (Let’s have you on the same page as I am, I’m not talking about love in friendship or in family, so if you know what I mean, hop on the boat and continue reading). But eventually I realized that it was too harsh of a thought.
Though as time goes
by, I slowly start to pick up the scattered concept of “love” and
“relationship” and begin to comprehend that though it’s not necessarily a waste
of time (it really is a matter of perspective. Life is all about perspective),
it is a serious, tough, hard work. No kidding. We put time and energy and
effort to love, to relationships; we try to maintain good-everything (you name
it), we appreciate and we trust and we watch for other’s heart and feelings, we
make sacrifices, hell in same cases we even give up things, when at the same
time we have our own lives to live. We have our own goals and dreams to pursue.
We have our own wants and needs; we have our own ideals and wills; we have the
whole world to explore. Along with that, there’s someone else’s world we try to
get ourselves into, with his/her foreign language we try to learn and to
understand and to speak with too, his/her whole ocean (and O.C.E.A.N,
Pyschology student-ly speaking, if you know what I mean) we let ourselves swim
in and sink into. And not just that, no, why would it be a hard work if it’s
just that? We deal with their fears—darkest ones, possibly—and insecurities and
histories when we too are in a constant struggle to deal and fight with our
owns. All that can be too much, apparently, really. I guess it finally has come
to me in one clearer picture now.
And if you, whoever
you are, my friend, can relate to all this, I am virtually shaking your hand
very firmly now, and I also have my other hand on one of your shoulders, and my
eyes are staring at yours in a way only you, and other people like us can
understand. I am virtually handing you a glass of sparkling apple cider and I’m
raising mine for a toast (and I’m going to quote myself, shamelessly, because
why not): here’s to the hearts who have learnt their lessons, both in the
best ways or the worst ways; may peace be with us eventually. Here’s to all of
us who have been struggling to forgive, to befriend the past, to find our lost
selves and to love them again. Here’s to us.
As Buble once said,
“…you’re made of strength and mercy.”
And we are.
Repost: Sri Izzati
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