My getaway...

Love is a splendid thing whenever we experience the 1st taste of it... in movies, there’s even phrases claiming that love is like chocolates... (oh no... not forrest gump....that’s LIFE is like a box of chocolates)... so, I DO know my movies well enough in that sense... well, back again about chocolates and love; it’s similar in a way because when you had your 1st taste of it... it’s sweet.. and truly melts into your heart.. but at the end.. there’s always a bitter end taste.. which also replicates to love. It simply means that being in love is not always about creating beautiful moments together... but also sharing and going through sorrowful times with your special ones.

Despite of its conflicting taste, we still couldn’t resist these ‘chocolates’ and yet long for more... To some who may claimed that we could always ‘change our taste bites’...if not the bitter sweet chocolates; there’s always others... like ones with alcohol (ahaha.. even worse, it DRUGS you.... making you “swoon” with love... AHAHA) .. and many others...

But what I want to convey is that... yes, although we have many choices in love, we would always still have ONE as a preference... One that we would constantly devote our time, and all of our utmost effort to satisfy our hunger.... At times we even question ourselves whether the one is worth the sacrifices and...the answer always remains.. It doesn’t matter... We just give without asking for anything in return; hoping in time that the ONE will be for better...

I don’t know whether I could be like that at all times... but for few, I would... and still could... which surprises me somewhat... Just never knew love could be so rewarding yet so hurtful at the same time. Ultimately, will the love ever be the same again? I truly don’t know... Sometimes, I’m truly afraid to trust my own intellect anymore... What I thought could never hurt me again.... still hits me like a bullet... Constant disappointments and drama remains endless that it is indeed part of my daily life now.. How unfortunate...

I reckon I still could love the same person... but to what extent? It boils down to forgiveness and the willingness to trust... Could I ever be that again? One fine day... I’ll find that answer...

Family... One whom you love to hate but also hate to love...

Despite of living with each other under the same roof, have we ever counted the number of times we actually spend QUALITY time together? What I mean is NOT the amount of time we SEE each other but... truly...BEING WITH them...

As time passes us by.... I do realise that we're doing lesser with our own family given that we've other commitments or priorities.. Hence, therein lies the flaw...

Distance... grew everyone apart.. when that happens... miscommunication, misunderstandings.. and worst of all... negative assumptions of one another happens.. A family bond's truly tested when one falls into crisis...

It gets worse.. when we discover more harsh reality and ugly truth on how we're being viewed in the eyes of our own kind at times like this... Everyone's falling apart before us and we're all being left alone to be strong for everyone... What can we do? Only God would know... truly when all fails, we simply couldn't do anything else but to kneel down and pray...

Faith is all we have for now.. to stay strong...

When things in your life seem , almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class
And had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else --The small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,
'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So...

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'

~Anonymous~