A sad story would be an understatement

She loved him so much. Gave everything she thought would keep them together. He loved her too.  They have been together for quite some time now, had their shared moments of ups and downs. Normal for a couple, they would say.  Small misunderstanding and petty fights are part of a relationship that is going strong, or is it?

He has been patient with her.  Tried to understand and had been careful not to make her upset. She, in return, has been honest to him. Loyal and trustworthy she had promised to be and it was a promised she assured to keep.  But then fate is mean at times. It tries to shake things to check its stability.  How do you assure a relationship to be strong enough?

Years passed and so did everything. Everything but them. It seemed that they got stuck. Stuck on that space they cannot explain.  You got too comfortable, that’s  what other say. Is being too comfortable not good? Does that put out the spark that used to be there?

One day they decided to end the unexplainable agony they seem to have.  Ended a relationship that had a great start.  Thinking that it would free themselves from the confused mind and uneasy feeling, they went on separate ways.  She decided to fly to another place and he had stopped communicating to her. But again fate went all crazy and messed up with them. Could one still recover from a damage that is unfixable?

She longed for him. He missed her badly. She realized that they don’t need a spark. He figured it’s only her that he wants.  He searched for her before he would go completely mental. She decided to fly back home to see her love.

A day before her flight back she received an email from him.  He is going to wait at the airport for her. He missed her and wants nothing else but for them to be together.  She immediately replied to his email. She longs to be in his arms again. She regrets that they had parted ways.

As she took the plane she felt nothing but excitement.  She will be with him again and the best thing is, he wants her  back. At the airport she arrived, quickly she got her baggage and went to see him outside. But  she got confused for he was not there. Her family was, but he was not. Her best friend was there, but he wasn’t. All of them staring at her as she walked towards them, all with curious looks.

A few more steps and she could clearly see their faces.  Did he change his mind? Did he decided not to be with her for good. She saw her best friend adjusted her sunglasses. She stared. Was that tears I saw, she thought. She stopped walking and looked at them hoping she would see signs that would explain everything.

Her mom rushed to her, crying. She was perplexed. What has happened?  She could her heart beating fast. She was all confused. Where is he, is all that she could say. Her mom sobbed. A word she did not utter. She turned to her  best friend and asked, where is he?

He’s gone. Two words rang sharply on her ears. Gone, but where to? She flew back here to see him, where did he go this time?

Flashes of images went rushing on her mind as she imagined the things they told her. He went to the mall the day before to pick up something.  Along the highway he drove his car carefully, but from the other lane a truck lost its brake and crashed his car, pushing it to sidewalk. He was not able to escape. She tried to imagine he was able to jump out of the card, but it was no use. He was not able to escape.

She listened to everyone as they try to comfort her. She had not said a word, nor dropped a tear. She just tried to listen, hoping she would wake up from a bad a dream. But as she listened to their stories, she broke down when she heard it. He was going to the mall to pick up a gift. A customized golden ring designed just for her.

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What is it that you do to live life?

Explore. Take risks. Love

Three things, I believe, that would make one’s life worth living.  In my opinion, we are created to live in a life that is longer than we can count.  It’s just that we do things that makes our life shorter – or seems shorter.

Why I say people live a life that seems to be short? We tend to expect on so many things. We worry too much. We hope too much. These excessive thoughts and feelings occupy much of our time, thus making us enjoy less in what we have.  We make things too complicated when it is supposedly so simple.  We gather too much information when we need only so little.  We prepare so much for tomorrow that we forget to gather on what we need today.

To explore means so many things. To travel. To discover new things – about yourself and things around you.  Know more about what there is in this life that they call a jungle.  Go out. You’ll know more about life once you step out of that doorstep. Step out beyond your comfort zone.

And that leads us to Taking Risks.

How could you explore if you are so afraid? How could you know more if you are scared of knowing? At times, we limit ourselves because we are too fearful.  Afraid . Scared. Fearful. Why ? Why be scared when you are not sure of what the outcome would be? Are you not afraid that time would come and you would be asking yourself the “what ifs” questions? What if I tried this rather than shying away? What if I went after him rather than denying what I feel?

What you feel.

You get sad or frustrated because you got disappointed. You feel happy because you got a promotion.  We can feel so many emotions, yet there is this one feeling that is so hard to explain: being in love.

To love is a wonderful but at times, a weird and senseless feeling.  To be loved is the greatest feeling of all. Some still love even if hurt so many times. Some does not stop loving even if their hearts got broken and healed, and then broken again, by the same person.  It is quite unexplainable at times.  Others would say one should leave, but still that person stays because of love. There are no exact guidelines or rules as to when to leave and when to stay. Love is a feeling. You feel it and it could go away.  But either way, it makes life more worth living.

Explore. Take risks. Love.

Three things I would recommend for us to experience.  As the proverb says, “life is not measured on how long it was, but on how well it was lived.”

07/14/12