She Meets Life

It really slaps you in the face when you least expect it. I guess that's what makes life so beautiful. we're constantly given challenges. and how we handle life either helps us grow or it doesn't. It's all on YOU to decide how it affects you..mentally, spiritually, and physically. yeah..it can destroy you from the inside. but the beauty of life constantly moving forward or not stopping for anyone... teaches us to move forward with it. and hopefully in a positive manner. time helps us heal...be able to accept that things don't go accordingly or appreciate that it did. Nothing lasts forever. Every event has its time.

Don't ask me if we're destined to meet because I know nothing of destiny. Series of events, both bad and good, have occurred in my life for the past few years but when we met, I felt serendipity. How is it that I got a feeling that I've known you all my life when I had just met you few months ago? Why is it that I felt comfort and at ease when I was with you? I don't believe in prince charming. I never did growing up. Maybe because I was/am an ugly duckling and never thought any guy would like me. Sure I fantasized about guys but they were all celebrities. We human beings are complex yet beautiful all at the same time. There is no one perfect person. In fact, the one perfect person that you thought you found, you'll realize that he/she is imperfect. (sometimes in many ways) The whole idea of being in a relationship is understanding the imperfection of one another, accepting it, and compromising. This doesn't mean that there won't b...

you must have hit your head somewhere or maybe you had a really shitty childhood... because all you do, when I open my heart to you is leave me disoriented. you must have met a lot of negative people in your past or maybe you had one person special to your heart who was disappointed in you... because whenever I say, "have a great day" or "you can do it!", all I get is no response. whatever it is that happened in your past, whoever you encountered in your life, whether they discouraged you or inspired you, i want you to not give up on me. because there's a little piece of me that seek to mend that little broken heart of yours. I have made assumptions of you and maybe made an ass out of me for sending you this poem But I've accepted  that maybe... I'm the one who is "messed up" in the head. Don't worry about me though, I usually clean up the mess I make. It's something I've grown accustomed to... especial...

June 4, 2014 I'm sitting at a cafe near Benrath Schloss, alone. I was having a Französisch Frühstuck (French breakfast) and looked up as I finished my last bite of croissant. There was an old man sitting few tables away from me. He was most likely in his 50s and was staring blankly at midair. By the looks of all the plates and the two coffee cups, he doesn't seem to be alone. But he sits there alone, taking in the noise coming from the other side of the cafe filled with older ladies yapping away as if they hadn't seen each other in ages. Source: http://torinodiary.wordpress.com/tag/cafe/ Isolated in the corner, from the rest of the noise in the cafe, he sat and observed. There was a moment, for a brief second when he and I felt the same sense of serenity from this cafe. But all of it vanished as his partner, or so I assume, walked up and sat to the chair across of him. They sat there in silence. I couldn't tell whether they were appreciating each others p...

I met a lady. she looked like any other lady. but once i began to talk to her, she changed and became different from the rest of the ladies. As i continued to talk to her, I'm emotional. Her story of her past brings me to tears. I'll be honest and tell you that I had met her months ago but virtually. However, we had never opened our hearts like we had done that one fine evening. I remember how I sat across the table from her, trying to hold my tears back as she spoke with a soft voice. it seemed as if she was having a flashback of a certain event in her life while telling me how sad it was to have grown up the way she did. Or maybe she had a soft voice because she had just put her kids to bed and didn't want to wake them up. Either way, that night changed me. it changed the way i saw her. How long do we hold onto our past? Is it ever really possible to let go of our past? Sure, you get a degree or two, a great job, a title, a wife/husband then kids....