I guess, I am not really over it. I won't get over because I never started any..anything about getting a life. By that I mean, getting life and finding love. I always wanted, always dreamt, always wished, always thought I've acted to get that…but I actually never did.
I thought I am living my life. I always say that I am living and not merely existing.. But hell no. For the past 21 years and almost seven months of my life, I live just to exist. You know, use my mind, logic to adapt on the so-called life, work things out, solve... Logic doesn't always explain everything. Sometimes, there are things that happen without any reason at all.. Or without reasons that are completely comprehensible by the human mind but can be felt by our heart. I don't need to look for it. I don't need to always feel that I am single looking for someone who will make me feel like am a part of a whole and once I found him, ill be whole…again.. Ney, that's not it. The thing is I have to live my life! Yes, everyone has a life no matter what it is. Everyone has a life…and love is the process to live that life.
Sometimes it happens. Sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes, you think that you need to wait. But hell, you don't. Waiting is not what it is all about. It is about stopping, you decide for how long… stopping for all the busyness that eats one's chance to live a life---to a balanced life. But it should not end on stopping. STOP. BREATH. WEAR A GENUINE SMILE and WALK THROUGH LIFE. That's when the ball start bouncing and life goes on… It's up to you if you are gonna shoot the ball and score or pass it and let the chance slip…hoping to get a rebound if ever. Ironically, time won't stop when we stop. But we have our own phasing, doesn't mean that time keeps running, we too will keep running. We're not time. That's why we need sleep, food, break… But there is something else that needs to accompany time for us not just to keep moving, but to stay living… tis love.
Sometimes, it happens in the most unexpected, incomprehensible manner…the only thing that matters is that it happens. It is what matters. The fact that it happens and that it is being part of how one is living his/her life.
Sometimes, one will think that he/she is not good enough to deserve a real love… but love is not about technical competencies. It is not about what you do, how much you know, how many skills you can apply… it is about having ample time to spend for that significant other.. It is about listening to how you feel and stop being logical for a moment or so… love is not just a word. It is a complex emotions which make us complex human beings. Love, like our heart, is what keeps us alive. We can have brain damage, we can be brain dead, we can be crazy, mentally ill or so… yet we can still breath… because we have our heart… we have love.
Sometimes, you find it [romantic love] early. Early for one's age. Sometimes, you find it a bit late… But what matters is you found it, still the same. Specially if…once the moment you found it, you feel how to keep and treasure it onto your life.
Some are meant for a happy ending.. Meeting their prince charming, putting their glass shoes back and closing the vows with a sweet kiss. Some others, in contrary, found it and cherished the moment when they had it…and decided that it's not for them. Well, that's fine… as long as one knows why at first he/she made that decision.
I know. These are all random thoughts. But, won't lie anymore. I think I feel love. NO! It wasn't thinking. I was over about thinking that I am feeling. I mean, I love someone. To be this crazy. To keep thinking about him literally everyday. To get affected with a snap out of those short or long or sensible or nonsense stuffs he said or do, even if it means absolutely nothing…Maybe..maybe, it started with a simple crush…a simple admiration.. But I suck myself by making a pathetic love story all inside my head. I practically created a fantasy that thinking is feeling…fantasies are good but it should not mess up your realities.
Don't get me wrong. I believe in love. I actually loved that man. Yes. In the past tense. BUT I still love him, though. It's just not the way I used to get crazy about him. I am over about that love that was fueled by my thinking side… However, I am not yet over being in love. There's no specific man or no one at all at the moment. The only present is the promise that once I begin living a life---a real life, if you know what I mean (not being toooo workaholic, tooo future oriented, and too fanatic of the past, real pathetic past)---then IT will come naturally. Love. Yes, it will come naturally, spontaneously. Not planned. Not set-up. Natural. Because it is a human tendency to love and fall in love, to get hurt, feel pain, pleasure, learn, live and love…LIVE and LOVE… lIve and lOve. Stop thinking about the "I". Start feeling that the world is rOund. And that love is just around. Remember it's a cycle and not just a line segment with a start and an end. It is liberating. LIVE and LOVE.
20 years from now, I will look and reexamine again this blog. To see if I REALLY LIVE MY LIFE. I must do that. If I find out that I am not living my life even up to that age… I guess I have to start again. Like starting today that I am 21 years old…except that by that time, it would be double my age…And it would be an ugly truth that is... that I've messed the past 20 years of my life.
OK. Enough about thinking too much and being too futuristic…I said.