Yesterday, I was in Gateway, Araneta Cubao. I meet up with some good friends. I had normal chitchat & I must say an enlightening conversation. Happy and somehow I forgot my problems…
Have you ever felt so alone and nothing makes sense? Well that’s how I feel right now… I feel like I’m facing everything myself, with nothing but tears and a fake smile…Today started my normal life again. Nonstop stress text messages from someone whom I don’t want to ever see again. It is just a cycle, and I must put a stop to this. I can no longer stomach everything. I have a life to live. I am not someone else’s dummy.
It seems that there is no clear-cut untainted bliss, but that even in the happiest moments of our subsistence we sense a shade of sorrow. In every pleasure, there is a consciousness of restrictions. In every victory, there is the trepidation of resentment. Behind every smile, there is a tear. In every clinch, there is lonesomeness. Our existence is a diminutive moment in hope, a point in which melancholy and ecstasy kiss each other at every moment. There is a value of grief that encompasses all the moments of our verve.
I know that in the closing stages, it’s not the years in your life that reckon. It’s the existence in your years.
A heartrending moment in life is that sometimes you meet someone who means a lot to you only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let it go...
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