In love, any one can be blind, deaf, and mute all at the same time. Even worse, you can lose your sense of right or wrong. AND FROM THE WAY THINGS ARE GOING, YOU ARE ON THE BRINK of BECOMING ONE. So, therefore, I wrote a piece of my senseless mind, from my senseless point of view.
Just a littany from a no-brainer, (of course, with pun intended)
Get hold of yourself, before you're left with nothing to feel. Borderlines of love and friendship are very hazy. I understand that I can never judge you, your intentions, your relationships, for I have no experience when it comes to that magical and enchanting experience you're into.
Senseless may these words appear to you, but I just need to blurt it out. I just wish this will awaken you at least for a second, even just for a split-second. I beg you. For goodness' sake, come to your senses.
My heart bled to see you hurt yourself and others unknowingly. Love in the pretense of friendship --what an excuse, very lame! I couldn't do anything about it, though. I tried, but I can't get wired-in on your brain like Facebook does to Dustin Moskovitz.
I talked.
You heard, I suppose, but you never cared to listen.
You just grabbed your Ipod, turned the volume up, and returned to the old self-destructing ways I've always tried to oppose. But to no avail, everday was the same as yesterday. You're just like NKorea.
So, finally, I write this senseless blog of mine in desperation to be understood. Because, apparently my words aren't good enough. They are just gushes of the wind or better yet, waves of the ocean never pounding on any shore. They seem to be unintelligible as a speech from an imbecile.
Come to your senses. This has always been my plea. So why not immortalize it? It might get clearer one way or another.
Hopefully my brain can successfully send signals, reach through your brain, and establish a connectivity.
Connecting...*Message Decrypted*
Determining one's position in someone's life is very confusing, especially when there are just too many in one boat.
However, it does not need one to be a genius to understand that love should never obscure one's sensibility. Loving on the purpose of just fulfilling one's need for affection or affirmation is very selfish. What is enraging in this situation, is that there is your consent to play with love, feelings, of others, of yourself. It's saddening that I couldn't stop this from happening to you.
An Act? Play, huh?
Oh, no! Some people are just not good actors. Too bad I have the best radar ever.
Affection on the pretense of cordiality and friendship. I find it very lame. It is more of an excuse and denial rolled into one.
In my opinion, one thing's for sure -- A love that is right will not cause you to hurt others or yourself in the process. It is motivating, self-effacing, but never self-destructing. It should not only make you feel good about yourself, but make you a better person without stepping or violating others. More so, it's not supposed to be boxed into a romantic feeling, but a state of heart and mind heading towards a certain direction, and that is the commitment to encourage each other to become the best that you can be.
Because "love," as in commitment, will always triumph over "love," the feeling. Because when the feeling is gone, only the choice to commit is what can sustain it.
Once, my professor said that true love is not a merely a sensation that the heart feels, but really a marriage of two minds.
MINDS? Got the point. Sometimes, it's not just all about the HEART, you have to use your head, too. In that way, you can love deeply and wisely. -- Again, a love that is right has the ability to turn you into the best version of yourself. But the bad love, will always cause you to hurt yourself and others. And the foolish part here is that you know it's wrong, but you choose to do it anyway. For some reasons, it makes you happy, but you can't deny that somehow there lies the guilt.
So, if you can say directly to my face with all honesty that you've been a better person because of that love,
I rest my case.
Forgive me for the blabber! I'm a worthless stool pigeon.
But if not, even if I have to pull your eyes out, get a megaphone and shout through your auditory canals, bypass your heart, and inject you with neuron cells, pound your head until your brain comes back to its proper place, I will not hesitate to do so just for you to come to your senses even for a second.
Made Sense?
Sorry, really. I love you so much I just can't take it.
Just a littany from a no-brainer, (of course, with pun intended)
Get hold of yourself, before you're left with nothing to feel. Borderlines of love and friendship are very hazy. I understand that I can never judge you, your intentions, your relationships, for I have no experience when it comes to that magical and enchanting experience you're into.
Senseless may these words appear to you, but I just need to blurt it out. I just wish this will awaken you at least for a second, even just for a split-second. I beg you. For goodness' sake, come to your senses.
My heart bled to see you hurt yourself and others unknowingly. Love in the pretense of friendship --what an excuse, very lame! I couldn't do anything about it, though. I tried, but I can't get wired-in on your brain like Facebook does to Dustin Moskovitz.
I talked.
You heard, I suppose, but you never cared to listen.
You just grabbed your Ipod, turned the volume up, and returned to the old self-destructing ways I've always tried to oppose. But to no avail, everday was the same as yesterday. You're just like NKorea.
So, finally, I write this senseless blog of mine in desperation to be understood. Because, apparently my words aren't good enough. They are just gushes of the wind or better yet, waves of the ocean never pounding on any shore. They seem to be unintelligible as a speech from an imbecile.
Come to your senses. This has always been my plea. So why not immortalize it? It might get clearer one way or another.
Hopefully my brain can successfully send signals, reach through your brain, and establish a connectivity.
Connecting...*Message Decrypted*
Determining one's position in someone's life is very confusing, especially when there are just too many in one boat.
However, it does not need one to be a genius to understand that love should never obscure one's sensibility. Loving on the purpose of just fulfilling one's need for affection or affirmation is very selfish. What is enraging in this situation, is that there is your consent to play with love, feelings, of others, of yourself. It's saddening that I couldn't stop this from happening to you.
An Act? Play, huh?
Oh, no! Some people are just not good actors. Too bad I have the best radar ever.
Affection on the pretense of cordiality and friendship. I find it very lame. It is more of an excuse and denial rolled into one.
In my opinion, one thing's for sure -- A love that is right will not cause you to hurt others or yourself in the process. It is motivating, self-effacing, but never self-destructing. It should not only make you feel good about yourself, but make you a better person without stepping or violating others. More so, it's not supposed to be boxed into a romantic feeling, but a state of heart and mind heading towards a certain direction, and that is the commitment to encourage each other to become the best that you can be.
Because "love," as in commitment, will always triumph over "love," the feeling. Because when the feeling is gone, only the choice to commit is what can sustain it.
Once, my professor said that true love is not a merely a sensation that the heart feels, but really a marriage of two minds.
MINDS? Got the point. Sometimes, it's not just all about the HEART, you have to use your head, too. In that way, you can love deeply and wisely. -- Again, a love that is right has the ability to turn you into the best version of yourself. But the bad love, will always cause you to hurt yourself and others. And the foolish part here is that you know it's wrong, but you choose to do it anyway. For some reasons, it makes you happy, but you can't deny that somehow there lies the guilt.
So, if you can say directly to my face with all honesty that you've been a better person because of that love,
I rest my case.
Forgive me for the blabber! I'm a worthless stool pigeon.
But if not, even if I have to pull your eyes out, get a megaphone and shout through your auditory canals, bypass your heart, and inject you with neuron cells, pound your head until your brain comes back to its proper place, I will not hesitate to do so just for you to come to your senses even for a second.
Made Sense?
Sorry, really. I love you so much I just can't take it.