Beginning or the End

How far can you go before you completely break yourself? Have you ever pushed it far enough? How far is far enough?

How much longer before you can ask for help?

You go on like this for days, weeks and months, but who is it helping and who is it harming?

Is it self loathe or self love that you're feeling?

Self loathe enough to destroy yourself or self love enough to save your face?

Laughing so hard your stomach hurts, do you even remember what that's like?

One minute you think you've got it under control, the next you feel like you've been kicked in the gut,  pushing you so low you doubt you'll ever stand up.

So how can you ever come around to understand this emotional roller coaster? 

What have you done to get here?

The sleepless nights, the tossing and turning, the tiresome pretense of being a happy person, how far do you need to go?

Or is this just how life is?

The feeling of complete emptiness, like you're always staring at complete nothingness, like everything you feel is just meaningless, and that you don't know how to feel any other way anymore. 

How do you begin to describe what this is like ? Do you call this the beginning or do call this the end?

Live a little

People look at life as a race or a competition and in this race of getting somewhere we often miss out on how life passes by and we forget to notice the beauty of life. We forget to appreciate and realize the small changes that takes place on a daily basis missing out on the beauty of the process of the changes that take place.
How often do we feel so helpless that we doubtfully turn to God as our last resort only to find our prayers being answered. And how often are we thankful for that and for just being where we are, for being alive, and how often to do we look at life as a gift or a miracle and not a chore.
Life may be a competition, but it's against none but ourselves, for we are all in one way or the other fighting or winning battles that seem big in our own world, and the only race that I see here is the race against time, for if we lose time racing others we're losing parts of our lives we'll never get back.
So just a passing thought: in between all the hustle bustle of life, just remember to watch the leaves change, see the birds fly, look at a kid learn to talk, say thanks, dance a little, laugh a little, and just live a little, because this life is all we've got.

How great thou art

Few times in life do we come across something so majestically surreal, so great making us realize how little we actually are. We as humans tend to thing we're such great beings forgetting Mother Nature and her power. It's only when we see the vastness and the strength of nature from so up close that we realize that we almost seem like nothing in front of it. For it would only take a millisecond for nature to crush us to pieces. And as much as this seems like a pessimistic way of thinking it makes me realize how sometimes we think of our problems to be so great, we think of everything revolving around our lives as the center of everything, and it is at times like these we need to think of how little we actually are, and if we're so little, how can our problems and issues be so great. If we're almost nothing in this great world, we need to understand that the issues and problems we deal with every single day is less than nothing.

Why cant they just let us enjoy being a woman in a man's world?

She is a young girl of early 20s. She's pretty. She has many friends, a number of them are boys. She likes to wear make up and stay up to date with fashion. She gets stuck in her day dreams, loves to dance and enjoys partying more than anything.
She is how she's supposed to be at her age. She's following her generation trend.
Boys of her age enjoy the same and more, but why is it that her stability is questioned? Why is it that her reputation is scrutinized by the society.

She's in her early 30s now. She's pretty but she's aging. She's working and she's independent. She still feels young because she's still unmarried. Boys of her age may not even have achieved what she has. But why is her unmarried status questioned? Why is her integrity questioned?

We're all growing, both boys and girls, we're all aging to becoming men and women, but why is it that a girl is accountable for everything that she does and everything that happens to her? Why is it that a woman is accountable for every decision she makes, and why is it that her dignity is questioned when she's on her own and independent.

This world is always seen as a man's world, and women don't strive to take their place, but why is that a woman's place is questioned?
Why can't they just let us enjoy being a woman in a man's world? 

Questions of Love, remains unanswered.

What is love and how long does it last? Who first used the phrase “I love you” and what were they feeling?

What is love? Is it the feeling of butterflies while seeing the person you’re attracted to, or is it the feeling of jealousy when you see them with someone else, or is it the feeling of safety when you’re with them, or is it the feeling of comfort around them, or is it the urge to think way into the future with them, or is the compromises you make, or is it the need to spend time together? What exactly is it?

It’s never actually been easy to explain why we’re in love with the person we love, but if we cant explain it then how do we know its love? We make promises of loving them forever, but honestly, how long does love last?

Does love have an expiration date? Can we say love lasts forever or does it fade with time too? What proof do we have that love lasts forever? Is it the old couples that still walk around the parks together, or is it the marriage that lived and died together? But how can we be sure that they were together because of love and not because of moral obligations, societal complications, own reputation, the sake of the children, the sake of having someone around, or even just because of the fear of dying alone?

How long does love actually last? As long as the two people have explored each other’s minds, tastes, likes and dislikes? Or as long as they’ve explored each other’s bodies? 

How do you know you’re together because of love and not because you’re used to each other, or you’re just so comfortable together that things are easy that way?

So what is love? Is it something real, or is it just a figure of speech or just a cliché?

I’m not one who’s in a position to know answers for this, but I’m definitely one in a position who is clearly obsessed with the idea of love. I know not of the origin and the expiry date of love (if any), but I do know that I find myself pretty much fallen deep in it, and somehow find it difficult to find a way out of it. And although my mind questions the feelings I feel, my heart pretty much knows and believes that its love. 

Bid you Adieu !

And now my friend, the time has come,
and after all that's said and done,
we must part ways, please understand,
coz i'm moving away to a far away land.
It doesn't mean this is the end,
it was the only way I could mend
all that's going wrong right now,

you know life's taken its toll somehow.

So my last resort was to move away,

but believe by your side I'll constantly stay.

And no moment will pass without your thought,

coz the memory and your thoughts will be all that I got.

And I promise to keep them  safe with me,

I promise it'll be from now to eternity.

Oh Lover, oh Friend, my last words to you,

I write in this letter to bid you adieu !

"Do You Desire Love? Have A Sleepover"- David Wygant (Huffington Post- 06/12/2013)

Remember when we were kids?

Friday would come, or it'd be the summertime. You'd look at your mom and say, "Can I sleepover at Denise's house tonight?"

Remember the excitement you had as your mom drove you over to your friend's house? That feeling of exhilaration that you were going to have this amazing sleepover?

You'd always get to stay up a little later, as you were having a sleepover.

You'd get to read, cuddle up, have fun and talk under the covers with the flashlight.

When your friend's parents went to bed, you'd get to raid the refrigerator and have a late-night snack.

Maybe you'd get to watch a movie or favorite show, or sometimes the babysitter would be there and just didn't pay any attention to you. Most of the time, they'd be too consumed with hanging out with one of their friends.

The beauty of a sleepover back then was the conversations that lasted throughout the night. Weren't they so much fun? I know I have some great memories of sleepovers as a kid.

Well, you know what? That's what love should be like. Love should be like having a constant sleepover with someone.

You should be able to look forward to sitting together and sharing stories about your day; be excited about washing your face and brushing your teeth together, feel like you can't wait to fall asleep next to each other.

It's so much fun to connect with someone like that. You want to enjoy and look forward to every aspect of your lives together. It doesn't matter whether you're doing something mundane like doing the washing up, or something romantic like taking a bath together. Life and love should feel like an endless sleepover; every single night.

That's why I'm a firm believer that you never, ever go to bed angry with each other.

Never go to bed without kissing each other.

Never go to bed without saying, "I love you."

Life can be an endless sleepover. It just depends on the way you look at the relationship.

If you're with someone that you're not excited to see at night, you're not in the right relationship. It's about bonding, connecting and downloading your day. A great relationship is all about communication. It's about listening to each other. Touching, talking and connecting.

Just like we did when we were little kids. When we were little kids, we couldn't wait to connect with our friends at a sleepover. We made it special.

So, go and look at your relationship. Start thinking about your weekend sleepovers. The fun you can have. The beauty you can have.

Here's what I want you to do.

This weekend, have a sleepover with your lover. Make it fun. Build a tent. Put some extra goodies in the refrigerator.

Rent a movie. Crawl into bed. Talk. Touch.

Ignite that relationship again!

Treat it as you did when you were a kid and you were so excited about that sleepover.

Maybe even go somewhere else. Go to a hotel, and have your sleepover somewhere else.

For those you are monetarily challenged, get a tent and go out in the back yard. Have fun!

It's all about being creative. It's all about remembering the beauty of when you were a child.

Love is all about being a child again. It's about opening up your heart, opening up your soul, and dropping your ego.

So, forget about the tension, the fights, or whatever it might be. Send the kids off to their uncle's, aunt's or grandmother's house if you have them, and have a sleepover with your significant other. Eat your favorite snacks, watch your favorite movies, talk into the wee hours of the morning, and reconnect like you did when you first met.

Love is having a constant sleepover. Sometimes, we forget about the beauty of it. We get so caught up in our debt, so caught up in our heads, so caught up in our lives, and so caught up in our work.

But it's time to reignite it, and it's a time to do it now!