I went blog-hopping ahwile ago and I realised
something really similar in all of their blogs.

It was actually the statements of love,
emotions, feelings and desires.

Countless times, our blog serves as an entry
to escapism. Often or not, we find it so much easier
to just type out what we're feeling in order to ease
or surpress that emotional baggage that we have.

I've got loads of friends who are in for a hard
time, usually at the end of the year.

As much as we would love to be optimistic,
circumstances does not permit.

Our lives as human beings,
expectations get the best of us and
we see ourselves more superior than others.

For fear of being abandoned, for being unloved,
for looking bad, for fear of being unwanted and
taken granted for, we choose to build walls.
Hard rock walls that keeps building till we feel
that it's safe enough to nestle in our territory.

The fact that we wear our masks everyday,
just to fake a smile,
as tiring as it seems,
that's the only reality becomes a dream.

I opened an e-mail that Bea sent me and watched
the powerpoint slide with amazement and shame.
How lucky are we to have food on our table,
how lucky to have loving friends who care and love us
like we're blood related,
how lucky to have family members around (although not
all come from happy families),
how lucky to be alive but worrying about what's
going to happen tomorrow,
how lucky to be able to work, earn a living and
indulge in luxury once in awhile.

Most importantly, how lucky we are to have been blessed
by God and given a chance to see the world.
Amidst all these positive factors, we're still
talking about how unfair our lives are.

What about those african kids?
Who can they turn to?
What do they eat? Scrapes on the floor.
What do they drink? Animals urine.
What do they bathe with? Animals urine flushed on them.
YET, they NEVER complained.

Should we switch our lives with them?
So that would give us so much more reasons
to grumble about how the government is not
doing anything, how misunderstood or mistreated
we are.

Think before speaking, words don't cost a thing.
But a life is priceless.

Why don't we learn how to cherish our own lives
and be the humble people we ought to be?

Haha, I just get so affected and into typing such
stuffs. Oh dear, wonder what's wrong with me.

Just a thought, if a person was playful and a
known flirt, would the person be willing to
change for you, even when you promised
your entire life to him/her?

Does love involves such sacrifice?
Or is this an even greater deal than a sacrifice?
-shrugs-

** No matter what, I'll embrace all your flaws.