Posted by: Leony Moonrose
Courtesy of: Lavi Singh
Sometimes we have so much going on in our heads that
we just go around in circles. We ask too many questions and the rest are left
unanswered.
We try to ask others, yet they seemed not to bother at all.
One of the questions bugging my mind is, "Why do we compare ourselves to others?"
We always complain that our life is not great. We think and believe that other people get better life than us. Consciously or unconsciously, we have this inner desire to acquire what they have and wish to be like them. We disregard the fact that there are many people who are less fortunate than us.
Why do we focus on what others have, instead of recognizing our own blessings and be grateful about it?
Envy? Jealousy?
Why do we always look at one side?
If we try to look around us, we could actually see the other side, yet we refuse to see. Why? that's one of the many questions.
During our teenage life, we start to realize how our
parents trust people. They teach us to be trustful and loving. In return we love
them more and with much respect, we find ourselves listening to every single
thing they say, -- like never get envious, do good with people because when we do good we
will reap goodness. If we show them kindness and make them happy, we will get the happiness we
deserve.
This is their legacy that leaves an indelible mark on us.
But life is tough...
and so are people.
Usually, things won't turn out the way we wanted it to be or the way our parents has pictured it for us.
We cannot expect people to treat us the way we treated them with:
-love
-trust
-compassion
It just all happen on the other side.
So there goes a bunch of questions...
This is their legacy that leaves an indelible mark on us.
But life is tough...
and so are people.
Usually, things won't turn out the way we wanted it to be or the way our parents has pictured it for us.
We cannot expect people to treat us the way we treated them with:
-love
-trust
-compassion
It just all happen on the other side.
So there goes a bunch of questions...
What’s the point of trusting when the people whom we trust aren’t trustworthy at all?
Do good values work only to family or blood relation?
Why do we need to be good when there is a choice not to?
What’s the use of making people happy when all they know is hurt?
Some people show us care and concern when things are smooth but when times get rough do they really care that much?
We sometimes give a promise to someone that we never
gonna let them hurt come what may.
Does this really work?
Isn’t it like a promise written on water?
Does this really work?
Isn’t it like a promise written on water?
I wished things were trouble-free and questions were
easy
..that could be handled even by kids of yesterday.
As we grow old, things are getting complicated.
We bumped into wrong relationships, meet wrong people at the right place or right people in the wrong place.
We stumbled into wrong decisions after pure intentions.
Then we start to say, "How I wish things were on the other side".
How I wish there's a rewind...
So I could drive my life simply like a kid and experience back the sweet moments of my youth..
picking up every memories meant to be treasured and savor its sweetness with the loving care of my parents.
As we grow old, things are getting complicated.
We bumped into wrong relationships, meet wrong people at the right place or right people in the wrong place.
We stumbled into wrong decisions after pure intentions.
Then we start to say, "How I wish things were on the other side".
How I wish there's a rewind...
So I could drive my life simply like a kid and experience back the sweet moments of my youth..
picking up every memories meant to be treasured and savor its sweetness with the loving care of my parents.
oh darn!
I missed my childhood.
I missed my childhood.
I missed being a kid..
...having bonding with parents
...having bonding with parents
I missed how they took good care of me and
didn’t even sleep because I was in pain.. even simple pain like stomach upset,
tooth ache or fever..
I missed those times when I feel safe in their presence.
... those times on how I get relax when they
gave me a tight hug, a kiss at my forehead that made me forget all the worries,
I missed those moments each time I have questions
and they’re always there to answer me…
I missed my innocence.
Now, I am in the other side of the world..
I am in a complicated world where simple questions
are left unanswered
I feel like I am in the other dimension, where
simplicity doesn’t exist.
I am in a world where mother or father’s care is
almost forgotten because of the influences of someone who came into our lives
I am in a world where sons and daughters couldn’t
stay awake all night long just to hold their parents hands..
A kind of world where parents are mostly left
unattended and deprived from all sort of comfort,
I am in this side of the world they call…. REAL.
What is more valuable in this kind of world?
If I would be given a chance to choose which side of
the world I would be..
I would buy back yesterday and start anew
...on the other side
...on the other side
What is that side?
These
questions
will remain unanswered unless
we continue the journey
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