First and foremost, DEEPEST apologies for the absence. Life has been treating me 'too well', and I'm always here and there chasing headlines.
It's an off day for me, and I took this free time to reflect on something.
Love
And what does love meant to me.
The me one year ago, thinking the pathway to soul-searching had opened up for me.
Unfortunately, reality proved me wrong. And I was hit badly by the darkest and ugliest of human's nature.
I do not want love again. I detest the opposite gender, until the point I had given up on a particular group (read: race) because of their sheer ignorance and patriarch mindset.
That was the end.
Love,
Gave me hope in terms of despair and at the same time, opened me up to the dark side of human.
What I am now?
I enjoy the my life at the fullest. Despite the up and downs in life-work-happenings, I do life up to what I want.
I don't emphasise on searching on another person. No. Reality strikes when you put hope and trust to the one you think is right for you.
I take one step at a time. Echoes The Beatles' 'Let It Be...' I don't pressure nor force myself into someone. I will just enjoy their company (which actually what I am doing now).
I can easily strike up conversations with strangers.
The post question after conversations, would we ever get together again the same way as we did?
Probable answers; yes, no, maybe, and how faith takes us.
Writers' note: I always have pleasant times when I get along with the someone I recently met in real life. Conversations would never end.
Writer's note 2: Love exists. No matter how much you gave up on humanity. Keep the faith in love!
