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The rain reminds me of many things. It reminds me of the wounds I thought were healed as well as the time that had gone by since that day. I often wonder why things turned out the way it did but I can't dwell too much on that, now that I have supposedly moved on. It's just that, during these rainy days in May, I mourn over something that have long since died.
I find myself running a lot whenever I face my past and in a way, I let it control me. Pain, bitterness and regret clouded my mind of what could have potentially saved me and the longer I dwelt on them, the more the old wounds started to reopen, taking over my thoughts again.
I then realize that I have not settled scores with my demons. I realize that the past still hurts and I am still the whining little baby asking for mommy to make it go away. I haven't really grown up, I just found myself another explanation to make it seem smaller than it actually is.
If I had actually grown up, I'd have realized that there ARE going to be people that will hurt, betray and put you down. If I had grown up, I wouldn't expect anyone to get me out of my own problems --I'd have to face it on my own. If I had grown up, I'd have realized that I can't run forever. Finally, if I had grown up, I'd have known that everything catches up eventually.
I guess I forgot what life was supposed to be about. I might not know what it is exactly, but I know that it's not meant to be lived with despair and abandon. It comes from a cold and harsh acceptance of "What Is." I mean, the ground seems closer when you're on your knees, right? Tori Amos said that in Death and the High Cost of Living and I guess, it's the most appropriate quote I've got to spare for now. The faster I accept the shitty things I go through in life, the faster I can accept it and be happy. The longer I stay in that rainy day five years ago, the harder it is for me to look forward into a better future.
I don't know when I can find the strength to carry my burden alone but it doesn't necessarily have to be a burden anymore once I get it off the ground. I might even one day wear it proudly, so as to say that I have overcame. I can't keep crying in the darkness and wait for people to get me out of it, I have to own up to my own responsibilities, first and foremost, to myself who I have carelessly forgotten to care about. I owe myself that at least. I can't make promises I can't keep nor would begin making them now, but I will not -I will not- run away from myself any longer. If I do, I will punish myself even more. If that is the way to learn the world's lesson of reality, then so be it -- embrace thy pain and let it define you.
I'm so tired of running. I want it to end, without me being a casualty.
Thanks for knocking some sense into me, labs. I really appreciate the wake-up call
Riding the Lightning
8:17 AM
No Title in Particular
Summer officially begins again today as I now ready the last of my papers to be submitted today. The succeeding weeks promises to be filled with gimiks and I honestly can't wait to get it all started.
I'd like to say that I've calmed myself down from the drama of last week. Everything then was like a spiraling torrent that tore me apart and I've encountered thoughts that I didn't want to have to remember. In any case, I'd like to thank some of my friends for listening to my plights (like Aldrin and Jaco) and I'd like for them to know that I really appreciate it that they listened amidst our busy schedules.
In the end of things, I realize that life is never to be defined by clear definition. It is never black or white and never kind. As much as one person dreams for things to go right, it doesn't always end up that way, yet no matter how much disappointment hurts, it's never in our perrogative to give up. Someone out there tests us everyday, kicks us when we're down and laughs at us when we cry but we have to remember that life will have its ups and downs. No matter what, life has a way of coming back to full circle.
I want to believe that.
If it was meant to be, then who am I to complain? I can't control what life throws at me, I just hope I have a good arm to catch it with and throw it right back. The truth is, to live in conflict is the only way I know how to live. Conflict makes me feel alive... not joy, success or love... the internal and external forces that threaten to tear me apart are that of which keeps me alive. Ironic? Maybe... but I've learned a lot of things these past few years but none more so than the realization that without conflict, I am not driven to rise above it.
I find no other thing to live for aside from the challenge that life presents... the challenge to be defined, to be content, to be loved... I hope to find that place or that time in my life that I will come to terms with my demons but for now, let the demons of my past haunt me every night. Let them wreak havoc on my heart and have them taunt me whenever I fall in love... life will come full circle and then I'll find peace to calm my storm. I hope...
Riding the Lightning
6:25 AM
Deny the Heart
Sometimes, we think that falling in love can be so easy; that it's as easy as phone calls, text messages, walks in the rain and kind words. Most people can affirm to these things... but not me, I do not see it that way... not anymore.
Falling in love is the hardest thing for me to do.
Most people will scratch their heads, point to me and call me overdramatic -- telling me that I'm denying myself of my happiness if I keep shoving away the people who I might have feelings for. They never understand how hard it is for me to admit my feelings... they never understand how much it hurts to have your true feelings hurt by the people you trust the most. As they say, Love takes hostages and no matter how I see it, people will be people -- you can't always get what you want out of them. You just hope that if you try hard enough, they'll love you back.
I get so scared when these feelings come up. They tend to wrap around my head and the awful memories of yesteryears surface again. So I try to lock them up and think about something else. Deny the heart and trust the mind. It's a painful exercise but it makes things easier. It's better than the alternative which is admitting my feelings and having them hurt.
Deep down, I wish that I find someone who I know will not hurt my feelings but I guess that's too much to ask for... especially out of people. The general populace of this world, for me, are walking disappointments, myself included. Whatever hope I cling to falls apart so why keep hoping? I'm coming to the end of my rope... I am about to call it quits. I do not want to spend my nights staying up late trying to figure out what my heart wants because it's just too painful to entertain. I cannot continue like this.
Riding the Lightning
6:22 AM
A Silent Song that Sings
Wide awake, I stare upwards at my ceiling as my mind begins to drift into emptiness. Everything starts to dim and flicker like a dying flame. From the corners of my eyes, darkness was creeping into my vision as the ceiling I was staring at begins to crumble to reveal the night sky littered with an endless array of stars.
The music played in the background. People were swooning, they were running to the front of the stage. I look around and remember the place, it was the high school gym -- Variety Show 2004. It was as dim as I remember it... the air was heavy with the smell of people... I remember the shaky feeling I had in my legs and stomach from the music blasting from the speakers on stage and... and me staring into her. Everything ran in slow motion in that instant. People ran towards the stage but I just stood still, staring at the girl who I thought I would never see again. The girl I never wanted to see again.
In those few seconds our eyes met, I did not feel the warmth I once felt. What I felt was a painful sadness wrapping around my heart, choking me out of breath. It felt like years has passed by since we met in this place... and for me to turn out this way, well, I couldn't believe it. I never realized how deep a wound she left me and it was just at that moment that the wound bled. I really wanted everything to be okay again. I wanted to be happy and I wanted her to be there in my life even if it was just as a friend... I have a lot to regret about but I didn't want you to be one of them but when I remember that night that was so vivid, I realize just how much things have changed and you taught me that night what it felt like to be truly alone.
A song plays in the background but I couldn't hear it as you said goodbye. I was destroyed that day and for years now, I am constantly being tested to keep it all together. For the first time, I gave up on someone who I wanted so hard to believe in. I believed in our friendship so much but I guess we didn't think the same way... It hurt like I would never have ever imagined.
I should have ran away at that instant but I stubbornly approached you. Everything was different then. We were so close, we could trust each other but that time, you hardly wanted to tell me anything even to set things right, to set ME right. I didn't deserve did I? I didn't deserve to be your friend any longer because I said what I felt? You destroyed what little hope I hung on to... and maybe I could never forgive myself for letting that happen.
You left and the lights dimmed as the concert finally ends. The music comes back to my ears, only to hear the words, "Goodbye." I drop to my knees then and cried, I was defeated -- completely devastated. It got dimmer and dimmer until eventually, the dark consumes everything in sight including myself.
A light flickers and I realize that I was still awake. My eyes were wet with tears and I found every breath a task. I didn't want to get up, I just wanted to lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I softly hum myself a song -- the song I couldn't hear that night you left. I make up some words, make myself a melody and every night awake I hum myself a tune. The words and melody may change every night but one thing stays the same... the song always ended with "Goodbye" and maybe that makes it all the easier.
Riding the Lightning
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