Write for the love of all great things you’ve always been fond of. Write for the trees, the most flexible gymnasts, who stretch their arms to cover you beneath the glaring sun. Write for the sun who has spent millions of years on warming us, always by the bleachers or behind the grumbling ocean. Write for the people that cry themselves to sleep, out of heartbreak, out of hunger for peace and quiet amongst the series of bombarding missile attacks. Write for that past, present or future that got away. Write for the anger it pained you. Write for the acceptance it brought you. Write for the children, adults and all of us homo sapiens who still seek for the honesty and understanding in a world of prejudice and sickness. Write for yourself. For your faults fated to happen. For your baby steps to keep going and striving to live life. For that cheesy praise, ‘live life to the fullest,’ to come true. Write to unlatch the string, rope, or chain you’ve kept around yourself because you think you’re not good enough to get out of it. Write to get out of the boundaries you’ve easily settled in. Write to see pumpkins, snow, fireplaces, sea-turtles, waterfalls, easter eggs, fireworks, with fresh eyes. Write with a passionate gleam in your eyes. Write while slurring your words into a drunken call. Write with an enthusiasm as amusing as your off-tune karaoke voice. Write with what you have. Write, just write. It doesn’t have to be prim and proper and right. It has to be with words you’d be glad your grandfather leaves coffee stains on while he rereads it right beside your children’s snoring selves.
Soul mate. According to the Merriam-Webster, it means someone who suits your temperament. Someone who strongly resembles your attitude and beliefs.
Maybe several people think they only have one soul mate in their lifetime. They meet that one person they feel most at peace with; the one who’s going to be there to save the day before their hearts completely shatter; the one who’d lend his/her raincoat to them even if s/he would end up getting drenched in the pouring rain; the one who will always have a handkerchief to wipe their tears away.
However, maybe somebody can have a couple or more soul mates; somebody may see their dad to be the one they’re most at peace with. Or they may see their best friend as the one who always saves the day, or their brother to lend his raincoat or hankie. These people may be soul mates to each other–all connected because they’re destined to be together.
But what do I know? Maybe I’m wrong and there is just one for each person. Nonetheless, it’s not often that they’re The One.
From what I’ve perceived is that The One is known to be the most unexpected person you have never imagined to be with. Also, The One may just be right in front of you but you’re too blind to see them. I don’t think I’ve met the one for me yet although I’ve always thought that The One will surpass everything I’ve dreamed them to be and then turn everything upside down to be quite the opposite but is everything I’ll ever need.
In all honesty, all books are clichés. Who cares if one reads some book that’s full of it. It gives them joy or feeds their overly cliché obsession. The point is, is that they read; maybe not the best quality but they’ll figure it out sooner or later.
The best feeling is to just be in the zone, to be in the moment of bliss, smack dab in the story. It doesn’t last but it’s addicting to get away from all the stress and enjoy it, cry over it, soak it all up until it fills your whole being of desperation or happiness. It leaves an imprint on you, you can’t help but live with and talk about it.
It is as freeing as jumping into ice cold water of a swimming pool. It’s just you, and you reflexively reflect on yourself, on what you’ve just read. You notice all the gritty details and involuntary compare it to the horrendous details of your life. It’s easier to understand what other people are going through rather than understanding your own situation. Much easier to see past their difficulties and finding a solution for it.
Maybe that is why all of us has an outlet. An outlet to get rid of our frustrations or simply to ignore and forget it. An easy way out. A home to get back to. Nevertheless, it’s about time to live. Sometimes, it’s a struggle but at least, you’re making progress.
–I have no idea as to when I wrote this, I only remember writing it and now I found this in my drafts. Then I thought I’ll put this unrevised draft so I could look back and ponder on whether this is crap or not.
First. Whether it’s the first impression of someone, first kiss or simply the first word of a little baby, it’s usually always remembered. But honestly, I barely remember my first impressions on people. What really matters is how the first will turn out to be; what really matters is what happens next. It’s amazing to know a lot can happen in a day, a month, a year and it develops you into the person you’ve become now. So here’s to more magical firsts and lame ones you’d be able to laugh and tell your grandchildren about.