Truth? are you sure, my friend?

Somehow I believe, truth is the most unknown element.

One thing that we can never really grasp no matter how we’re desperate for it. We can settle ourselves in what we think is truth, that’s easy, but we can never really claim ownership on any amount of truth because it’s all objective.

Just an example, what I believe to be true based on what I call fact -”I think that He didn’t love me because he’s never said so” - This, isn’t always true, it’s really only what I’ve perceived as truth. Real truth is a mutual decision, such as “He doesn’t love me because I asked him about it and he told me so, and we both agreed this was fact.” you need a conformation, then you’re free to claim that that’s the truth.

But, that kind of truth is …well…hard, mostly because no one wants to be reminded that someone isn’t in love with them.

Other Half

In Plato’s Symposium, Aristophanes explains this feeling of familiarity with the claim that the loved one was out long lost “other half” whose body we had originally been stuck to.

In the beginning, all human beings were hermaphrodites with double backs and flanks, four hands and four legs and two faces turn in opposite directions on the same head. These hermaphrodites were so powerful and their pride so overwhelming that Zeus was forced to cut them in two, into a male and a female half – and from that day, each man and each woman has yearned to rejoin the half from which he or she has been severed.

an offline message

“*****_**** : …by the way, the other person is YOU.”

Offline message closed and deleted.

Here’s the thing, i don’t wanna be the other person. I want to be the person.

Nothing, None, Nada, Nanimo Imasen.

Little did she knows that her hunch was right. Later on she’ll feel funny for things she’s done.

Not the happy funny. It’s the wearing your shirt backward, left your wallet at home, say things you didn’t mean to say, kind of funny. You feel it tickling you from inside makes you uneasy. All that she can do is keep laughing like fool since there’s nothing funny. she only do that to make it funny.

She’s alerted and totally aware on what she was doing, silly billy she said but what is life without a sprinkles of silly billy things….

She tried to make things funny and shiny happy. Because she really wants it to be so.

Then things really is become so crazy funny, it’s her shelter.

Still, she feels crazily hungry in the morning, bloated in the afternoon and empty at night.

nobody wants to be alone

…i know.

But i feel like, i need to give myself some time alone, space from everybody else, so i have the chance to get to know me and what i really wanted.

I’m Looking….

….for LOVE

Real Love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other-love 

Carrie Bradshaw