next people will stop scolding you...
because you ought to already learn to have self discipline
because you're on your own
because the people are too tired
because the people have given up
because the people who care are gone...


what's left may be the only person who bothers, who makes the effort, who cares enough of you to "scold" despite knowing that she may be hated.
aren't that what all mothers are like?
don't we all, at a certain point of time, hated all those nagging and scoldings?
but don't we all, at a certain point of time, realise that all those actually meant well?
maybe it's the way humans are made.. there is more than one way one can love another. there is more than one way one can show their love.
but like all things, there is a bad side to everything. nothing is perfect, including love.


we all imagine love to be a perfect picture to everything we want and wish for. that there is no pain and hurt.
but no, it's wrong. it's wrong. we live in a misconception. a misconception whereby we believe that since love is the greatest thing, if we give in our all, we ought to reap whatever we want from it.
here's the truth. the amount of love we give, is the amount we hope to receive.
the harder truth? that will not happen.
they say "nothing is fair in this world"...
well, true that. even the heart (the one pumping in me and you) is not symmetrical. if the "core" to love is not even equally sized, how can we say that love should be equal? maybe it's the way God made us and the way we love.
there can never be of perfect balance of "love", until a certain point of time where it reaches equilibrium. however, that equilibrium is broken fast.

love appears to be made up of the best things in the world.
true, and not.
it's the best thing ever because you are finally able to give unconditionally, without regrets. you're finally willing to share everything you have. you're finally willing to give a part of yourself to someone worthy.
the best part of love is, more often than not, the people you love.
however, with light comes shadow.
loving is a beautiful thing, not being reciprocated is the painful thing.
and here comes the saying "the more you love, the more you hurt".
"love" itself does not hurt. it's human's own greed and desire that causes pain to ourselves.
when hard reality slaps us in our faces... when we know that there will always be a difference... when we fail to see beyond our blind spot.
the blind spot is where we cannot see the things that are there.
and when heart aches come, we cry... and cry and cry...

why, then, why do people still love with their soul?
because the loved ones are worth it.
because the loved ones are nothing like others.
because the loved ones make us feel that we are worth it.

YOU are loved.
you are worth it.
one day, we should all close our eyes and pause our thoughts to really let our heart point to us who we really do love and who really do love us.
but when it does... it is when the muscles stop beating, the blood stops flowing... that, is when we really know..

next people will stop scolding you...
because you ought to already learn to have self discipline
because you're on your own
because the people are too tired
because the people have given up
because the people who care are gone...


what's left may be the only person who bothers, who makes the effort, who cares enough of you to "scold" despite knowing that she may be hated.
aren't that what all mothers are like?
don't we all, at a certain point of time, hated all those nagging and scoldings?
but don't we all, at a certain point of time, realise that all those actually meant well?
maybe it's the way humans are made.. there is more than one way one can love another. there is more than one way one can show their love.
but like all things, there is a bad side to everything. nothing is perfect, including love.


we all imagine love to be a perfect picture to everything we want and wish for. that there is no pain and hurt.
but no, it's wrong. it's wrong. we live in a misconception. a misconception whereby we believe that since love is the greatest thing, if we give in our all, we ought to reap whatever we want from it.
here's the truth. the amount of love we give, is the amount we hope to receive.
the harder truth? that will not happen.
they say "nothing is fair in this world"...
well, true that. even the heart (the one pumping in me and you) is not symmetrical. if the "core" to love is not even equally sized, how can we say that love should be equal? maybe it's the way God made us and the way we love.
there can never be of perfect balance of "love", until a certain point of time where it reaches equilibrium. however, that equilibrium is broken fast.

love appears to be made up of the best things in the world.
true, and not.
it's the best thing ever because you are finally able to give unconditionally, without regrets. you're finally willing to share everything you have. you're finally willing to give a part of yourself to someone worthy.
the best part of love is, more often than not, the people you love.
however, with light comes shadow.
loving is a beautiful thing, not being reciprocated is the painful thing.
and here comes the saying "the more you love, the more you hurt".
"love" itself does not hurt. it's human's own greed and desire that causes pain to ourselves.
when hard reality slaps us in our faces... when we know that there will always be a difference... when we fail to see beyond our blind spot.
the blind spot is where we cannot see the things that are there.
and when heart aches come, we cry... and cry and cry...

why, then, why do people still love with their soul?
because the loved ones are worth it.
because the loved ones are nothing like others.
because the loved ones make us feel that we are worth it.

YOU are loved.
you are worth it.
one day, we should all close our eyes and pause our thoughts to really let our heart point to us who we really do love and who really do love us.
but when it does... it is when the muscles stop beating, the blood stops flowing... that, is when we really know..

Grace. ♥





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