the fact of the matter is i am still in the headaches and crippled-to-immobility phase.I wonder unwittingly if i will trust again? if i will love again? n if i will love 'like that!' again?. But its ok. cos der r certain days wn i dnt. der r certain moments in evn my worst days wn i dont.
i still have friends who bother, parents who have faith and a rabbit which misses me. my imagination works very hard to inspire me with hope and the possibility of better things to come...wen its not busy with how?? and why??
i remind myself of how JK Rowling got dumped by her bf and sat around pregnant in Barista to write Harry Potter. Of how an ex-boss got thrown out of her house and divorced after she went jobless and how Luke and Owen Wilson never finished college in their pursuit of particularly nothin and discovered their passions latr on. If any of these "facts" are false, please dnt correct me, im fond of dem evn if dey mebe concoctions.
in my moments of hopelessness i also realise the few things that an otherwise clueless me believes in. that there is no courage without fear, and love, if it was love, ought to have conquered all.
Some vela american's research once suggested that romantic movies leave women with unrealistic expectations in der relationships. i agree.
personally, it reminds me of how far far away i was from anythin that unrealistic.
and also that im a lil closer to it tday than i was yesterday.
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