I admit that I have been really lazy the past couple of months. I have abandoned my books, my closet and my health (the 3 which I have given the most importance since my existence). I feel guilty because I have grown worst than what I have started off last year. I have forsaken my passion for everything that sustains my heart. I stepped back and I saw all of it, everything that I have done and it eradicated the last bit of human that is still in me. I thought I was resolving my problems but I was just running away from it, patching up every misery with temporary bliss. I seldom myself from admitting that I need something permanent, like love and the likes but the truth is I yearn for it, so much that I am ashamed because no one could ever want love as much as I did. I was wrong. I should keep on wanting it, want love and everything that is linked to it.
"You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."
Louise Erdric
“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”
Neil Gaiman
So now my dear I'll try to be gentle and warm just like what I have been before, i'll be home. I'll bring back the Mikee who dwells in possibility.
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