About Love

about love, its bitter sweet. Life is a box you open with anticipation. You get your expectations sometimes disappointments. Now if I get so sad with it, that’s blasphemous. What would I expect? I have known people in love. I haven’t been in it myself, but someone said never overlook the observation of an onlooker. Some have loved once, some twice, some as much as they can fail to count but just wrap all that in one. In all occasions one thing lacks.

Trust is there; a feel that something will blossom, if not now then maybe later. Perhaps it should have been now or never. Yah! Trust is there but one feels that the other does not appreciate what he feels deep down. Or s/he doesn’t have a clue of what the other wants. Now if they break they will say we were just honest to each other that we couldn’t click. That’s if one is not dumped while s/he is deep in love.

Guess sometimes love is just those seasonal chills and thrills that run up and down your spine when you anticipate an experience of being with another. When you live the experience you see clearly now that it looked good from a distance. When the heart is clouded by emotions and the mind with boggling fantasies rationality is corrupted. After all is gone each asks why the heck s/he got hitched to that shameful excuse of a human being in the first place. But how do you find love? Things are easy for some and not for others. Others go along smoothly they are compatible. Maybe that’s an observation from a distance, but who gives a shoot when all looks well with them.

I know you can’t force love. It comes and it finds you, it is a reality that lets you know dreams and fantasies do meet with sunshine. When you spot it grab it. Don’t get too judgmental when you see an opportunity. It’s not proper. Make the best out of it. Focus on the positives, observe the negatives and pretend they are not there. If you are so realistic in love, it won’t last long. Love is sometimes spiced with pretence. With smiles that disguise pain, anger, and regret. Do not ask why this should be my destiny. Don’t ever think you will last in love with such questions.

Knowing Myself

At this moment, I just feel the need to know myself. I’m learning a lot about people, places, and events whilst leaving out myself. Sometimes I ask myself why I should bother observing myself deliberately when I am with myself always. That’s enough to know about myself.

But I can’t be naïve. There are a lot happening around me, some people pulling and pushing me, molding me and destroying me. If I just succumb blindly I will end up being what I shouldn’t have been. And I will spend the rest of my life crying my eyes out about how uncomfortable life is and how I wish it was in some other way.I believe there is a person in me, one who can react to this world in a different and unique way. I shouldn’t harm anyone in my choices but I shouldn’t forget myself either. I want to ask what the world is telling me. Not what it has been telling others and what they got from it because to face the truth am different, otherwise I wouldn’t be added to this world.

Then learning about me means finding out my purpose in this world which is somehow a hard pursuit. Is my purpose my interest, something that am passionate about? Perhaps it is my ambition. Is my purpose to be like someone else or perhaps mine is a totally a different one. You just come in this world where you are never told how to live. Many things are learnt from the bad. From your mistakes when you get good spanking or any consequences you might earn yourself, sometimes from other people’s mistakes.

Everyone is talking; everyone has an expectation of whom and what I should be. So many to impress and somehow I might forget myself. The fact is you can’t be everyone’s expectation but yourself.

Am here am new

Well am just trying out new things and this is one of them. if you bunp into me talk to me and make friends with me. you will be glad you did as i will.