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A day left in thoughts
Saturday, January 16, 2010

It's a Saturday and I wish I had people to hang out with but lols don't know what to do so I'm just staying home to think.


My mom asked me why someone could be so sentimental, so much so that he refuses to discard anything. I replied, "In life, people hold on to many things. Some hold on to God, some to friends, some hold on to material wealth, others to goals and dreams. He however feels he has nothing to hold on to, and so he holds on to his memories. He'll learn one day that he has to let go, let go of the past and hold on to the future."

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What defines love? A mere affection towards someone? A unique bond with another being? I find "love" something so ubiquitous yet so profound, a core function that powers the very inner drive of every human being.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7

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Gotta Be Somebody (Chorus)

Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to know that someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands,
There's gotta be somebody for me like that

Cause nobody wants to do it on their own,
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's gotta be somebody else that feels the same somewhere,
There's gotta be somebody for me out there

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And then I realize, I'm in another season of change. Many prefer the old me, others have no concerns. But the truth is, I'm just being me. What everyone has been seeing so far are merely facades. I've come to the point where I just wanna be who I really am. I need to let the me truly grow up and stop living as somebody else for once. Giving myself another chance that hopefully, I'll find someone, a real friend.

And so with my adept capacity for being alone, I'm tossing aside my need for belonging and well am just gonna charge out into life, be it whether I'm alone, or that I'll have people by me.

Cause this real me, I can assure you, will be more of a pain in the ass.
Cause what good is it that everyone is your best friend yet the very friend they have in you isn't truly you, but someone you made yourself out to be just to please the world.

Many will come to hate me, but I hope that through it all, I'll find someone who can appreciate me for who I am, all my failures and weaknesses. Perhaps no one ever will, but I'm gonna well hold out til I give up again and then perhaps, I'll be back the way everyone likes me to be, a beautiful artwork piece on a large canvas merely hiding the cracks on the wall behind it; in short, living life a lie which pleases everyone but myself.

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