Dear Diary,
It is dad’s birthday. We brought
him to dinner at The Straits Garden Restaurant in Grand Hyaat Hotel. I did not
eat much as most of the food there are heavy. I prefer buffett with lots of
finger food. Nevertheless, the food was tasty and it is worth the money if you
are a big eater and love tasty delicious food. I am not a big eater although at
times I wish I were.
Today was a better day than
yesterday. I could not focus at work but I kept my composure. There were times
when I remembered of what happened yesterday but I knew life has to go on. I
let my emotions to express but I did not allow it to take control of me. I knew
that I would cry and my heart felt a little heavy than usual. If I don't manage
my emotions, then my emotions will manage me. It was probably because of the
expectations I had. I have learnt not to have anymore expectations because
expectation is the root of all heartaches.
No one is to be blame except
myself. If I had known earlier where I stand, I think I would be able to hold
back my expectations. I did not know then, but now I do and keeping myself away
is the best option. I cannot do this to myself anymore. I have to let it pass
and let it go. After all these years, I realise I did not let it go. It stays
in my heart because my love was true. I cling on it for far too long and now I knew
I must stop as I now know how much has to be explored and discarded before
reaching the naked flesh of feeling.
I have watched this television
series called “I Shouldn’t Be Alive’. In one of the episode it was about four
people who had a plane crash in the sea. They survived as the plane landed in
the sea but they had to swim to shore as the plane was sinking. They were
fathers and sons. They were holding on to the styrofoam box where they kept
their frozen supplies. It helped to keep them afloat. They could not see the
land but they knew they had to try to swim to shore as help was not coming. The
fathers held on to the box but the sons who were stronger swimmer than their
dads swam and were far ahead. Finally, one of the son realised that holding on
to the box slowed them down although it helps them afloat. They decided that
they had to let the box go to reach the shore before dark. They had to make the
decision.
They risked drowning if they let
the box go because land was not visible. Holding to the box would save them
from drowning but it slowed them down. They let go of the box and swam
together. It was difficult but they
finally made it to shore and asked for help. I learnt that you have to let go
of the past in order for you to live in the future. You have to open up your
heart to allow love from someone new to blossom. You cannot believe in only one
love. It is not easy but to live, you must do what you have to do to survive. One's
suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields — even to
sadness. Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or
action, is the element of madness.
I figure it is true. We only live
once and everybody needs love. We cannot deny that. No man is an island. Love is
a gamble. We must stop loving someone who cannot love us back. We must not
reserve our love for someone who will not appreciate our love. How heartbroken
we are, we must know that there got to be love for us somewhere else. And when
we want to love somebody, make sure that she is the first best. She is the only
one and no one else. Just like how you want to be the first best to her, she
must feel the same towards you too regardless if there were others who want to get
in the way. If you feel that you are second best, then learn to let go and move
on.
Love must not come with doubts.
If she tries to kill your hope for the love you have, then let it go. If she
tries to kill your hope by telling stories of infatuations, she has for others,
then let it go. There is no such thing as trial and error when it comes to
love. If you love somebody, then you love that somebody and no one else. You do
not have relationship with somebody on a trial basis because when you decide
and dare to take up the responsibility to be in a relationship, then you jolly
well love her for her weaknesses and strengths, as man is a knot into which
relationships are tied. You do not try but you must because no one is perfect
but she can be perfect to you, in your eyes, in your soul and in your arms. She
will be your other half and she will be your soul mate. She will be the one who
wants to be your sunshine and also the air you breathe.
I have learnt from my mistakes
Diary. I used to have relationships out of loneliness and lust. They were not
love so it was easy for me to change girlfriends. I was young. I have had my
fair shares of being naughty. There is one sad truth in life I've found - The
only folks we really wound are those who we love the best. We flatter those we
scarcely know. We please the fleeting guest, and deal full many a thoughtless
blow to those who love us best. They all loved me so much but I just took
advantage of them all. Now the true love I have is taken
away. This is perhaps karma to what I have done to the many ex girlfriends I had
dissapoint.
I am heartbroken again Diary. I am so dissapointed with things that
I could not stop the tears from streaming down my face. I realised I am not in a situation that I can give what she expects and wishes for. I am not the one she loves. I choked while eating
thinking about it but I know they will only make me stronger. I must learn how
to be strong again. One conversation, that is all it takes to ruin this
sensitive heart and it takes years to heal. Perhaps it is true that you can break
up with your loved ones and say good-bye and put miles between you, but at the
same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach,
because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you. Her World.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away and gone
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away and gone
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