What we often take for granted

All too often,
We take love and gift for granted.
Gift ? Why do I say gift ?
To my mother whom gave me the gift of life.
To her, the one  that gave me more than just food and shelter.
She, who goes far and beyond than what I deserve.
To her, who still tries to take care of me despite her lack of capabilities (due to her stroke)

To the young and selfish me,
Time doesn't heal wounds.
It all starts with acceptance.
To take it all in and hold on.
Hold on hard and not let go.
It's better to have wounds and then scar than not to have anything on.
Painful memories beat not having any.
Not having any memories is the same as having not lived life.

To you whom I used to hold onto.
You are still you.
I need to remind myself of it.
You are still my strength and pillar.
Strong and unwavering.

The love of my life,
past,now and future.
My mother, my everything.

The greatest gift in my life.

A silly thought

The world is a cruel place.
Where evil often triumph over kindness.
Where hatred is portray more than love.
Love is free and plenty.
The sole major problem is that,
hurt turns love into hatred.
Hence, making this world a place of pain.
Ironically, love is the cure of hatred and hurt.

Love is suppose to be the ultimate cure.
Cure for all things perishable in world.
Fame, money and glory.
Love,the one thing that could potentially be eternal.

An act of kindness is hard to come by in the world today.
I always believed that love starts with an act of kindness.
Which pretty much makes  me prone to falling for anyone that have potentially shown me kindness.
It's easy to fall in love but easier to fall out of love.
Kindness is the reason to fall in love but once that act stops, so does the love.

In conclusion, I dont think I will find love.

Walk down memory lane

I did not have a particularly amazing high school experience,having said that, it was nevertheless a  memorable one. Filled with nothing less than tremendous confusion, disappointments, heartbreaks and rock bottoms. Its not that i was ever bullied or pick on. Nor was I, the popular one. I was just an average joe in the fast and steep learning curve of having my soul hammered, smashed and battered. Experiencing first hand how one can be so deeply involve and obsess with one thing and zoned out the rest of the world. It like opening a dam filled with water, Water gushed through me and took me for the wildest ride accompanied by the most excruciating pain  I have ever endured.

Physical wound heals,emotional one never. It follows you through your life. Its you constant companion. I was a train wreck waiting to happen. The best of me was also the cause of the worst of me. In simple terms, I was too kind,I cared too much. I believed in going the extra mile for someone. I believed that good get replied by good. What comes around goes around. Highschool robbed my identity,wiped of my smile,silenced my laughter and turn me into a heartless person.

I think this photo captured something, I was a runner. I do best running away from trouble and not looking back.

I was shaped into a stronger person,independent. I was forced to grow up. Too fast I would say.