I seems like growing up has been overrated already and more than that, looking back is surely an ancient wishful habit people undeniably do as one of their guilty deeds. What seems to be useful and very suited for daydreaming is bringing back what we used to have, which only pertains to the following topics:
2. Unbroken heart
3. Stupidity on believing Walt’s “Happy Ever After.”
Seriously, I wish my fear would come out from me because I don’t really know when will I ever take risks again.
The Orange Girl by Jostein Gaarder
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I read this back in college when I was in my first year. Young as I was, I became obsessed reading a captivating story in which a fifteen-year-old boy, named George received a letter from his deceased father he barely knew. Gaarder (who never failed) took me, heartfelt, through his stories and still managed to blend in some of the philosophies in this book. It is a story of The Orange Girl he (Georg’s father) first saw at the tram. This is the kind of book that I could read over and over since its influence has never failed me. If I will be asked which book will be on my top recommended books, this book will be my answer. 🙂
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It’s a big heartbreak, realizing you’ve been hurt too much for too many times for the past two years. It’s tiring as if you’ve never learned your lesson. It’s hopeless because you’re in the brink of giving up on Love. It’s like, Here goes another failure. The next thing you know, you’re pretty damn scared and listening to “High and Dry” of The Radiohead like a loser. Now, I feel like every man is now tampered with a letter “A” on their forehead.
You ask yourself what’s wrong, if you did something wrong. You’re starting to question your maturity, attractiveness, personality and more importantly, your ability to love. Was it not enough? Am I really never enough?
And when flashbacks arrive, you have no other choice but to look for a lonely place where no one could see you cry and tell yourself, those boys won’t be here for you.
I know that no one deserves to be in this place, yet I’m still here. Forgiving them is the only gift I can give (last). Moving on and finding happiness will be mine.
It’s pretty depressing, isn’t it? No matter how we try to look okay, we can’t help but admit it. Because maybe this helps… Or maybe not. I don’t care.
No matter how many heartbreaks we got, let’s not lose the hope on God’s perfect timing.
Flowers In Your Hair – The Lumineers
When we were younger
We thought everyone was on our side
Then we grew a little
And romanticized the time I saw
Flowers in your hair
Takes a boy to live
Takes a man to pretend he was there
So then we grew a little
And knew a lot
And now we demonstrated it to the cops
And all the things we said
We were self assured
‘Cause it’s a long road to wisdom
It’s a short one to being ignored
Be in my eyes
Be in my heart
By in my eyes, eyeyeye
Be in my heart
So now I think that I could love you back
And I hope its not too late
‘Cause you’re so attractive
And the way you move
I won’t close my eyes
It takes a man to live
It takes a woman to make him compromise
Be in my eyes
Be in my heart
Be in my eyes, eyeyeye
Be in my heart
We are in constant reminder that we are always in competition with others. Let’s admit it, we always want to be better than them and with what they have. Otherwise, what is the point of working our asses off with the things that keep us busy? The thing is, there are times that it becomes unhealthy. When we tend to become better and better, sometimes insecurities add up on the list. We keep on following their moves not knowing we lose our confidence in ourselves.
In time, I’m going to meet my very own. ?
We all need it in times of being stuck in a place, clueless on what we should do and what’s going to happen next. Though it’s not going to be easy to decipher the clues, though it’s never going to be easy to accept what we really decide which side when the coin is in the air, we are still aiming for that one last hit.
We can’t just go at it in an impulse, we breathe with hope. Have faith in people and mostly, to ourselves. Realizing how much we can really take.
It’s like a time bomb waiting for an explosion. We know the possibility of how it may end but we just wonder if how many colored wires we try to fix will stop it from exploding.
But then again, how much can we take until that one last hit came?
I am a self-proclaimed bookworm. Yes, indeed. The first book I ever finished reading was Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone and that was before entering high school. Not those Classic Literature- wish I read them first. Since then, I never stopped reading.
Then I found my way loving Gaarder’s works. My all-time favorite are “Sophie’s World” and “Orange Girl.” Paul was the first guy who gave me a book as a gift and it was “Christmas Mystery.” I’ve also read Solitaire Mystery and Castle in the Pyrenees. What made me fell in love with Gaarder is his philosophical views on life, love and souls that reflected on the characters he made alive in those books.
Then there goes Austen. I watched The Pride and Prejudice (Where Knightly starred) and fell for Mr. Darcy. After finishing the movie, I went to the bookstore and bought the book. It’s one of those rare times when the movie came first before you liked reading the story. Anyway, from then on, I found myself loving Jane Austen. Some of the books I have of her were given by some friends. And there are so many other books I fell in love with.
Then there’s ebooks. Some people think its better reading the real books, flipping pages. But ebooks are practical (Note: I’m a nurse. Salary increase, people) and imagine having all your books in one gadget?
So I found myself lost in this world. Escapism. Wanderlust.
Anywhere I’ll be taking myself, I’ll be bringing a book with me. Twice the adventure!