Some revelations

If in a relationship something screws up, do you "throw in the towel" and cut that string immediately? When do you attempt to rebuild the relationship even when those 2 dreaded words 
are uttered? When is it worth to try and piece back the broken pieces?
When do we listen to "conventional" wisdom or those with experience, keeping in mind that every relationship is vastly different from each other.


Yep, many at times we say go for a clean break. Personally I used to concur with such statements, but it is said that when you face something first hand, whatever you believed in might not be what you actually do. What you actually really believed in deep in your heart will in fact show by your actions - whether it looks foolish or not.
It is the same thing in work or in other aspects of life. When you feel that some tasks are after over some time horrendously difficult but have taken ginormous amounts of effort so far, do you say "no" and have a break with it and let your efforts "go to waste" or do you persist on? 


It is really interesting to see how many thoughts and opinion can be generated from something as trivial as a simple break up; be it yours, mine or even the couple in the drama shows. 




It is quite heartening to know that there are a group of people who are there to catch you when you fall. I realised I have been a hermit for a long while in school, being quite insular to my friends' activities. Knowing that someone is there who cares and concerns for you is really soothing and I am grateful for the audience that follows this blog - even if I did not, do not or know that you read this.
As what she has told me, "Do not wait for people to come into your circle, go into their circle if you want to be included in one." I think this sentence speaks volumes, and is a wake up call to my aloof attitude. I think I have neglected a group of very old friends for quite some time, and I really had a great time reliving memories spent with them. It is worth the investment in time and effort. 

The Story (continued)

He never spoke, watching the finale in silence.

It was the moment he was waiting for. He waited for her to come to him, to hug him like she hugged the rest. And he embraced her with all his heart and love. Time stood still for those mere seconds, and his hands wound tight around her. He prayed in his heart never to let go his hands, wished for that connection to last longer.
But she released her grip. He protested slightly, but there was an insistence to her withdrawal. He felt it. He knew the inevitable. He knew he was hoping for a lost cause. It was just that he did not want to acknowledge its presence. But not letting go would make things more complicated, and it was a trip that he wanted her to start of smoothly.

There were no tears, for he is a man with no tears. There was no need for tears, as it will only make things more awkward.
He knew he have to take a step back. He wanted to tell her his feelings, but there was no time and place for it.

He knew it was only temporary, everyone knew it was only temporary. In less than a year he would see her again.
But there was another departure that he just couldn't accept yet. She could, but he couldn't.

He would cherish that hug dearly. For it could be the last hug of its kind with her.

Dependency

I have to be less dependent on others.
I think I have been too reliant on others, too attention seeking.

A Story (edited)

Maybe he would just hold onto his end of the string, and wait for her to pick her end back again.
All it would cost will be time, hope.. and some effort.

A Story.

They say that when you die, many things happen. One will be the classic quick scrolling of your life's main events through your head, commonly described as "your life flashed before your eyes".


Once the other party has released the thread that used to bind both of them, there is no need to cast it back. Once lost, will be lost.


He will never forget the time and effort spent in the relationship, not in anger or regret, but as an experience and lesson. He basically matured with her, and he enjoyed the time spent with her.


There was no need for expression as it will only make the parting worst. Problem though, how is he going to treat her now?


Every beginning has an end, and every end has a beginning.


He was very happy.
Now he has to search for a new source of happiness and place to channel his energies into, lest he is reduced into a zombie.


Interesting story I read. Wonder if it happens to me.

Sick~

I really cannot participate in the cleaning up of age old house - and I mean as old as my house. As long as there is dust lining the shelves, or some mold coating those untouched books, I cannot clean up. Disturb the peaceful (but ugly looking) equilibrium, stir up those little things and I will start an endless rage of sneezing. Sneeze long enough, and I land up with a sore throat which signals the conversion of healthy Kevin to sick Kevin. ):


Amazingly, I did not suffer from such bouts of weakness when I was in the Army. Maybe I was much cleaner in the Army? Can't be right?