Me in a nutshell these past few months:
I pray you have the courage to walk away from something that’s probably not doing you right, from something that slowly kills you every single time as you keep sending a message that doesn’t come across. I pray that you be given strength to realize your worth and actually take notice of it, and not let anyone make you feel so worthless. Is that really what love is about?
I pray that one day you be strong enough to make people who unconsciously take you for granted realize what they will be missing when they lose you, before it gets late. I pray that one day you meet someone or if you already have met that someone, for things to work out well. Nothing is perfect, nothing will ever be perfect, but there is a difference in both parties trying.
I wish one day you learn to realize that you can have something great and something actually worth all your efforts and your tears. One who knows what they have and value it. Someone who will always be on their toes for fear of losing you, and not someone so complacent to not see that you may always decide to leave.
I look forward to the day you look at someone and can simply tell them, it would be an honor to have your heart broken by that person, because whatever suffering or tears you shed is always replaced with a tantamount love you never knew of, all along thinking you’ve felt every single kind there is.
I wish one day you’d notice how open your eyes have been to see the realities which you try so badly to ignore.
I wish one day you’d laugh this off and just have the person prove you wrong.
It’s late and I have nothing on my plate. Tonight is one of those rare nights where I got to go out and have a good laugh.
Now i’m back to my daily stupor.
I chose to work away from home for the obvious reason of being able to earn more, and hopefully be able to save. One thing I know though is that I will eternally be missing my family back home.
Things will probably be better if I had someone here whom I can just talk to any time of the day, or someone to share silly days with. People see a different side of me everyday, but heck go ahead and spend days with me and you’ll get to see. After all, when the day has passed and you have no one, it tends to become really lonely… Ah, utter freedom.
Independence is a word people often take for granted. Sometimes people wish for so much independence and regret once it comes to them. We are often caught off guard and more often than not, go crazy.
It’s a wonderful thing but sometimes it can also be nasty. I guess it all depends on your values and on how stable you are with yourself. Faith, and resistance are two really valuable things. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves to remain grounded otherwise we tend to hurt people we leave behind.
Being alone in a foreign country is hard. I have always been independent, but right now, I wish I weren’t. I miss home.