Love is Overrated

Life is complicated. 

There comes a point where marriage ends, relationships end, friendships end, sometimes a simple relationship between two siblings end.

I have reached a point in my life where everything looks like a question to me, what, how and why are the main steps I step on, or probably look for in every direction i seek.

Why aren’t things as simple as they used to be? If I’m having a hard time and questioning everything at a young age, then what would happen in 10 years? No, make it five or two.

I bet things will be damn more complicated.

I’m going through a phase where I need to make an option, a hard one. This is probably the biggest decision that I’m about to make. How am I suppose to make it when everything around me is collapsing its way down? Why are the only two people who are suppose to make me be happy, are making me the saddest person alive? By showing me the worst side of their story.

Love; something i've been trying to analyze, to seek in hopes to get just one meaning and answer of it for the past twenty years. But failed to understand, not even a mother loving her own child.

Eventually though, I came up with my own definition of the word; Love is only a state of mind. You can decide whether you love this person or not, its an option of whether you want it or not.

I think love –has- to be related to beauty and attraction. But again, isn’t love about accepting people for who they are? Regardless of whatever they look like or how they make you feel, at least that’s what I’ve heard.

My second thought would be, what is beauty. And how is it related to love. I have never met someone and said to myself “wow, that person is such a beautiful creature.” I did say those words, but I never meant them for the way they look like, simply because they had this inner beauty that would attract you to them, and that’s what counts most.

I’ve been told once that a girl is like a glass, you hit her once and she’ll never go back to being that same person again.

I quote this from the man who broke me to pieces, himself yes. I’ve been hit so many times but I found my way back and glued myself to one piece that will never be broken again, nor will be touched whatsoever. I have learned the lesson that god has sent me through him, to be the man of myself. To never relay on anyone’s shoulders but mine, not even to drop one tear. Those emotions, those tear drops and compassion are all for no one but me, myself, and I.

Marriage; apparently is like a glass, once its broken it can never be fixed back. And if you wanted to be a smart ass and tried to fix it, it will have its marks all over. And that’s how things will never be the same again.

Life is harsh, you either fall down and stay there, or get up and never look back at that shit hole that made you trip one day and screwed up your life.

Life, marriage and love, are the three most complicated things that keeps on taking its turns around me. What makes it harder is curiosity and wanting to know the “why’s” behind every drop of it. I wish, for one day, I’d stop being this very much realistic person and just become a a bit of an emotional person, then I might see the world as loving, simple and easy as never before, no questions asked, just the pink skies and hearted lights.

Conclusion; no one will ever reach happiness in any kind of relationship unless they are 

–from the beginning- happy; For you can never feed your feelings by replacing them with other emotions of someone who is satisfied with self, what-so-ever.