life and love songs
Sometimes when we look at it…life is really simple… we’re always doing the things that people expect us to do…go to school…get back home…look at life as if it seems interesting…then fall in love…swoon…then cry and blame ourselves when it’s over. When you look at it…does it seem really fair that while other people get all that they want in life… others live to just dream about it. Life…a one-syllabic word meaning existence…or verve…the whole entity of what a human being believes in. Now…there was a time when life was simple…that was when we were still kids…a wounded knee would make us cry…but recovering and being able to play again is one of the best things we can get. Going to mommy and having her take care of you is the main assurance that we needed to make us feel loved. Nowadays…a wounded heart is hard to recover from…the hurt…the pain…the memories long forgotten of how he made you laugh…of how he held you in his arms…of how happy you used to be…the good times…and the bad. Even though you tell yourself a hundred times that you won’t ever fall inlove again…you wake up and boom…there’s that feeling of tingling in your toes…of butterflies in your stomach…of birds singing in your ear…telling you…Damn! You’re in loved again…Sigh!!! The pains and joys of life…and though most of us would like to feel these rush of emotions when we fall in love…all of us don’t like the feeling of falling out of love or worst being the one left in a relationship…the feeling of being alone…the dread of silence…the songs that would make us cry…I’ve discovered lately that my being sad all time relies on the fact that when I’m alone…I spend the night listening to mushy love songs that would make me think of my past relationships that obviously didn’t work…a song would trigger a memory and it seems that its meaning would be perfect for what I was feeling…from the mushy lyrics of "rush" to the 80s sounding of "sorry doesn’t make it anymore"…its pathetic to feel the hurt and the flood of memories even when it’s totally over…imagine…whenever I hear the song "say it"…memories of my 1st real boyfriend would came rushing to me…and I’d miss him (oopss…he might read this in friendster)…even though he was a total jerk and thank goodness I got to my senses and broke up with him…My point is…no matter how many years you have forgotten about somebody…when you hear a song…boom…blag…kabam…it all comes back…And that my fellow heartbroken people is the reason why most of us feel sad all the time. But then the world doesn’t revolve around you, though we all wish that one day when we’re hurt, the whole world would stop and mourn with us…but it doesn’t…life still goes on and as hard as it might be…we have to pick up our broken selves painfully one by one and get going…
