They say it never rains, it only pours… maybe my heart never tingles before it jumps right in. The wounds from the past never breathe, they only sting right through. What is it about me that made it all so black and white?
STOP!
Of course, it could just all be a lie. I can only be sure of the past or not even. Future is unknown, but sometimes even the present can be filled with ambiguity and blur.
Do I just want to be cared for? Does it ever matter who it is? Does it?
2 comments:
That is why they say there are plenty of fish in the sea.
It's not that we don't know that they're out there - the right one; but will we ever ever meet the one? Is there enough opportunities and time for us to fish in that sea and find him?
This is why when there is a good (fairly) one near us, we instatntly think this may be the one, insantly we start to notice them more and make assessments.
You want someone to be there, it's definitely not going to be ANYONE, but is it this one?
sitting down and making assessments? Aw, is rationality the trend of the age, or have people always been this rational since the stone age?
"Life is too important to be taken seriously." - Oscar Wilde
Sometimes life seems to be just a ride and no more - an opportunity to live. But in the age of academic teaching and the logic of cause-and-effect. We tent to put events into perspective, and make evaluations in terms of past, present & future. All this automatically connects to the ideas of repsonsibility and commitment. The decision becomes more rational (and in a sense less natural).
- Apologies forwarded on the length of this comment.
Post a Comment