And just when you thought things couldn't possibly get worse, they do.
Lost wanderer
I am continuously wandering from one place to another, trying to make sense of things and comprehend what my mind allows me to. Though I may remain motionless or conscious. Or I may be having dinner, tea or drinking to the state of drunkeness with friends, I am traveling. I am attached to the realness of what real is, and yet detached and untouchable by the world. Though I am here as tangible as can be, I am not. I am a restless soul trying to find a sanctuary.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Ever wonder why we meet the people that we do? Why do some remain in contact with us while others only spend a brief moment in our lives?
There's always a lesson to be learned somewhere. People are connected to us for certain reasons. Some people are there to help us grow. Some are there to help us be strong during difficult times. Others are there to let us know that we can in fact be loved despite our faults and shortcomings.
I am very grateful for the people who have been there, helped me learn and change. It's like we cross each other's paths for each other's betterment. We may not be aware of these things sometimes. A simple word or sentence to a family member, friend, acquaintance, co-worker or stranger can be life changing.
But sometimes I wonder why certain people enter our lives and make us feel alive in an instant and then leave us dead and broken on the next. To connect with people on a very personal and intimate level is very difficult because it makes us vulnerable. It's always a risk, but we still take it anyway. There's a very fine line between fulfillment and disappointment.
There's a certain surrealness with some people that enter our lives that we develop feelings for, connect with and then they suddenly leave. And you wonder how they can become strangers all of a sudden where as yesterday, it felt like you've know them all your life. Did they exist? Did all of those moments shared really happen? Or were they all just a dream?
Why do these things happen? Why are we left in despair when we did nothing wrong? It's like we were awakened to become the best that we can be only to discover the worst in us as well. We were fine before all this happened and then suddenly we have to pick up the broken pieces to make us whole again.
Was it all worth it? Sometimes they are and at times I'm just not so sure anymore. It's very difficult to remain optimistic and easier to be numb but protected. I guess this is also the reason why many of us would rather sleep walk most of our lives because it serves as a shield against pain and loss.