Love isnt just about itself.
by Misz.Tipaklong
(Fiction)

I just couldn't stop thinking about my life [as of now] compared to the life i had in the past. I should be doing something else right at this very moment but sorry, im just apparently driven away by the thought of making my "feelings" be visible in everyone's eyes.



[My] Life is like a book of recipes--has different ingredients, could contain awful, unpleasant substances, but it still ends up with a very beautiful perfect taste. However, you are not going to be able to cook a "dish of perfection" by just having a single "go" of it... you may have to re-do things or change things and make a better delicacy as opposed to the previous cookings you have made.


I have gone through different seasons in my life... most of them are just so 'god-you-have-to-be-kidding-me' kind of thing as they actually burried me 2000 feet below the ground of torture [emotionally of course]. There are other pleasant things though and they are the ones which actually helped me to get up and conquer every unbearable torment i have encountered in the past. Like i had to loose loved ones, and unconditionally bear every grief and sorrow i was feeling back then... had to love someone who intentionally didn`t give the love i wanted in return, had to lose hope and having to forcibly push myself up just to wake up every morning facing the same old black and white pictures of my life... It was very devastating indeed...until someone actually offered his hand and lifted me up from the anxiety of love and hurt i was shoveling myself in.


Love's such a beautiful picture of life. Life in general, of course. It has actually taught me how to understand things, make any positive interpretation if i could, to trust someone who can possibly hurt you along the way... but of course to value and to appreciate every single thing he has done in your life. It was just an ordinary word for me, i supposed, not until i had the chance to know it well. It becomes a "cliche`" as time goes by... every generation has gone through hard times of its presence but you would only get the chance of knowing this "feeling" very well, when you have gone through a battle of very emotional heart against the power of a very determined mind.


I took the risk of falling in love again.It is hard. FATAL. really FATAL. It is like slicing a carrot using a very sharp knife... if you are not careful, you might hurt yourself. So for those people who are experiencing this kind of emotional burden, i'll tell you one thing... if it's really worth it, why don't you give it a try. Risks are still risks after all. Love isn't love till you give it away.


=]M.T.