That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments.
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
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I’ve learnt that you cannot make someone love you.
You can only become someone who can be loved.
I’ve learnt that no matter how much you care, some just do not care back.
And it is not the end of the world.
The scariest part
isn’t speaking up.
It is when you have put your trust entirely on people who chose to let you down, in the end, anyway.
I don’t understand. I have prayed about it tens of times today. I have tried everything I could to make B change her mind and yet… nothing changed. She never once wavered. People can be so brutally heartless for the benefit of self.
Dear heart, when will you learn?
In class today, I was made to consider what exactly a journalist is. Realized that it includes a colossal amount of current affairs knowledge, which I sorely lack. Made a silent pact with myself that I will read many, many more articles; anything that I can lay my hands on, if that means I can so then attain that highly esteemed score. I do want to do well badly enough.
Was also tres disappointed and riled. D did it, again. It never once crossed my mind that he would do so. Even if he did, I thought I stood a chance. I didn’t do anything majorly erroneous in our previous collaborations, and I thought we could get along, fairly well. But no, he went ahead and marshalled people from all over, prior to the first day of school. Can you believe it? PRIOR to school. I still can’t get over it. How overly-anxious and selfish a person he is. I think my old classmates see this for themselves, too. Honestly, I don’t care if I’m not in his group; what irks me most is that he chose all the best potentials. Thinking about him sends shudders down my spine. He is terrible, no matter how formidable his results are.
Dear God, hear me out.
I’m so petrified. This road to success seems especially arduous, and at the moment, I don’t see myself to be up for it. I wish there is more in me. I want to stretch myself to my fullest potential. I know I have the making to be at the top. I just need confidence, in myself & in you.
