My soul mate..

Whenever I post something on my blog, particularly about my feelings, I always like to end it with a note of hope or a solution because I really want to try my best to uplift other people. But right now I feel almost declining rather than uprising in my hope with what I’m feeling.. Or actually as I write this I might be inspired to get a solution to what I am going through. But the most important thing however, is that right now I am sure other people are going through the same emotions, so even though I may be expressing my feelings rather than offering words of wisdom, we are all in this together and we can all virtually hug each other.

I feel like I don’t know what love is anymore or heartbreak anymore. I have no idea if someone tells me they are going to be with me forever, if that is really true or not. If one day, everything just flips over so out of routine. If everyday, no matter what happens, he always says I love you before going to bed. But this time, he didn’t. If everyday you feel like his girl, but now you feel like a stranger. How one day I was sure of this more than anything, I would get in the way of doing anything just to listen to his voice. I could go through anything for him. And people would be surpised like ‘oh, you would do that? For a guy?’ And I’d look at them with such confusion like what world do you live in? Of course I would, he’s my one and only, he’s my soul mate. Wouldn’t you do that, go through anything for the person you love? Do we live in such a stiff world? Robotic? Rather than running through the jungle, having cuts and bruises in your skin, escaping a pack of lions, all sweaty.. But you just keep going, climbing up the mountains, escaping a volcano, you carry on running and running with love powering you through it, jump down the hill just to meet your love. And it’s that moment when you’re just there together that erases everything that you’ve been through, it was all nothing, absolutely nothing. It’s that special moment where everything stops. You feel like you’re not on Earth anymore, but up the sky, in another universe. Everyday, no matter what we go through, is like this. You always promised me with a family, to live with me eternally. And I would always think everything’s okay, the contract of love is already signed. This is it, this is my one and only, my life is complete. Anything that happens, it’s okay. I have my love, so why worry about anything? What is there to really worry about, how bad can anything be? I would walk like I’m floating on clouds, smiling like I’ve never smiled before, opened to a degree I’ve never been before. Just opened to the world. My smile entered the world inside me, I had it all inside me. It’s like I felt like a queen, and he is my king. We own everything, we go through everything. So strong so powerful together.

Years on, and it feels like a war zone. I was so high up in the sky but right now I feel like I’m so beat up on the ground. And I can’t get up. I feel so weak. I feel like now it’s just me. My body is aching, but I look around me and you’re not there.. I feel like all I want to do is sleep. Just to not feel anything. Just to not feel my heart hurting or my tears exploding. This is a time where I feel so weak. I keep thinking to myself.. Maybe because I’m going through so much, maybe because I’m just moody, whatever.. But whatever the excuse is, it wasn’t what I was going through before. There’s nothing, there’s absolutely nothing. But yet you tell me to end it there so cheaply, so easily, like it’s a playful toy. Twice so far I felt like that was it. It’s going to end. And right now, I don’t know what it is, I don’t know what I’m feeling, I wish I had a mental book of guidance to guide me but I don’t. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what he wants. But not telling me I love you before you go to sleep means a lot to me. Indicates something to me, so I’m leaving you alone until you make up your mind. This is my first love, and my only love. I always thought that even if it didn’t workout, I would live alone single for the rest of my life. Because it’s either I’m with the person I love, or with no one. I want absolutely no one. Sometimes I think.. Am I meant to even be with someone? I’m a complete head ache, a complete crazy person.. How could anyone take me? I’m like the most loving caring person, I can give you everything, I can give you my life. But maybe I’m also an obsessive control freak.. I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone can take it. I don’t knoww what this is. I don’t know what love is. I don’t know what a soul mate is. I always knew he was my soul mate because it felt like we’ve known each other before we were born, and we feel each other excessively well. Every emotion that comes out of us, we feel it and we share it. It’s sometimes hard being so close to feel everything together. But why is this happening now? Why now? Before, ‘ending’ it was a red line, it wouldn’t even be mentioned. But now it’s a solution? Now you’re telling me you’re not the right person for me, and telling me to go ahead and end it.. Is it because you’re scared to do it? Does that mean you had enough? What is this? Why is this so painful so much torture and why am I so stubborn why do I love you so much. Again, I’m thinking.. I should be alone for the rest of my life. Sometimes I feel like I just don’t trust men. I just don’t, and that’s my problem. I don’t know what I want. All I wish for right now, is for things to be less painful so I can get on with my life. I want my heart to heal. I want to get up off the ground. My head hurts. But at the end, it’s really your choice.

I realised how weak I am. The people around me always label me as a strong person. I guess it’s because I grow out of things so quickly, I enter them hard, until I collapse, and leave them. Done. But with love, I don’t know what I’m dealing with. All my life, I’ve had guys coming to me. But I never really wanted any. I didn’t really care. Sometimes in the darkest of days, I wish a guy could just hold my hand and tell me that I’m purely beautiful rather than sexy. Just so pure so innocent. I wanted to know that real love exists. Even though I sometimes wanted a relationship, I never actively pursued it. I always thought I’ll wait until the time comes, because I want real love. I want real emotions. I want real passion. I wanted a really genuine person that would be with me forever. So that area of my life was ‘paused’ like on a DVD player. I was always so by myself, I don’t really have a big family here, I don’t have siblings, and I don’t have any true friends – they would always do something behind my back. So really, I felt alone. There’s difference between being alone and feeling alone. Feeling alone is when you feel like you’re isolated and no one is really there for you. So I was going through the darkest of days, with absolutely no body, I was just so vulnerable at that time in my life. Eventually, I grew out of it, after those years, things started to change. I started praying that my life would change, that I can change, I wanted light in my life. I started improving, bit by bit, picking up myself from the floor, gaining strength, improving myself and my health. I’m so thankful for that. I never knew I would get out, I thought my life would be like that forever, but I did. I really learned that you can get out of anything, no matter what it is, no matter how dark it may be. Because you are a human, inside you full of energy and potential. Inside you, there’s everything.. There’s a whole universe, and if you start to look for positivity, that is what you will attract. So my life really started improving, and right at that time, I found my soul mate, my first love. And I was mind-blown, even though we’re so far away, it seems like we’re so close. It seems like we came out of each other. Like we’re the same person. And I thought to myself, this is what I’ve been waiting for all along. It’s meant to be. I felt like a whole new different person, now connected to the most amazing man. My Prince Charming. Everything about him so perfectly crafted and tailored, as if he wasn’t a real person. He seemed so youthful and energetic, I always imagined him running to get what he wanted, running across the football pitch to score a goal, to get what he wanted, so high and tall. To score for me. He started telling me he wanted to have a family with me.. To my surprise and unexpectedness, I questioned myself if a guy that age really wanted that, and a guy so perfect, really wanted it with me? I kept thinking that I’m so blessed to have that, it almost didn’t absorb into me at first because I was so shocked. I couldn’t sleep because of the hyperness, all I think about is him. We did anything to talk to each other, to get to each other. I felt so special and I felt stronger than ever in my life. I felt like I wasn’t alone, but there is someone who is meant to be with me, who’s there for me, who cares for me, out of pure emotion and nothing else. There was something so exotic about it, so mysterious, yet, so real and so genuine and pure. I loved it, they were some of the best days of my life. I always say that every day with him is the best day of my life. But everything was just going so smooth, my life at school, my health, my spirituality, and wellbeing were at their best. I felt so strong. Of course, as time passes, we have our ups and downs, but that’s okay. We always ended it swiftly, by understanding each other, because we were together, not against each other. Every little thing he does can make me jump up and smile and squeak in hyperness, but can also hurt me so much and make me cry hard. But now I’m reflecting with myself.. Was all that real? Why is it when we clash now, we’re going against each other, rather than with each other? And so cheaply the words ‘end it now’ comes out, after everything we’ve been through.. Because I’m feeling so weak now and so beat up, was my strength built upon something breakable? It never even crossed my mind that it was breakable, it was impossible. But now it seems easy. I never knew. What is love? I also feel like other emotions that I don’t want are blended in.. Like ownership, like possession, insecurity.. Rather than being pure, clean love, that’s so pure that it’s almost not human, it became more human. More down to earth, polluted, rather than up in the sky..

I never give up on what I love, and I always have hope that things will change. Writing this, although I was crying, made me feel better and stronger at a time where I’m feeling weak. I always like to give a possible solution, or words of hope at the end to those who read my posts, but I am sure someone else is going through this and we are all here together. This is my first love, so I really don’t know what’s going on most of the time, but I try to trust my instincts. It is hard, especially that I am so emotionally connected to him, but it makes me realise that I have to be more strong and independent. Because I believe that no woman should be taken back because of anything, because of any insecurity. No woman should feel like she has to hold onto anybody, or anything, or stay in a relationship where she doesn’t want to be. Or give something that she doesn’t want to give. I feel like so many women bear with so much and just keep quiet. I see my mum, and I want to uplift her from where she is, she has to go. That is why I never want to be in that position, I never want to be married, with kids, and be in a relationship that I want to escape from. That’s why I do anything to protect myself from that. Sometimes to the point where it makes me go crazy.. But it’s not just for women, it’s for anybody. Usually in a long-term relationship, because it becomes part of your every-day life, and even identity, it can be hard to let go because it’s your comfort zone, because you’re used to it, because of fear. But it’s thinking about what you would gain rather than lose if your relationship is unsatisfactory, it could be scary, but you deserve to be happy. And sometimes the happiest people are the ones who let go, because you are a free human being.

Anyway, I am very present-time orientated, and I’m trying to take it bit by bit, one moment and a time, and being patient for what to come. I feel better after writing this and I am so thankful to have this platform to share my emotions. ❤️ I love you.

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I feel like I’m not fully expressing myself. I feel so distant from myself, from my emotions, clouded by illusionary thoughts, clouded by an image that is not me. I need to set free. I feel overwhelmed, tears come out of my eyes so smoothly making way to anything. I’m so fragile so in need. In need of myself since I’m not providing for me. I keep letting everything go, letting myself go, losing myself. I hate it.

Too much empathy?

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I’ve been empathising and feeling people so much, to the point where I feel that I’m them and it shocks me to feel what they feel. It scares me. My heart feels like it doesn’t belong to me, because it’s filled with the emotions of others, until I wake myself up, and find me, to relocate myself back to me. It opened up my eyes more to what I really want in my life, and not to do what they did. I do it too much. I feel overwhelmed. I love feeling, because to me, they are my experiences. The more I feel, the more I experience. Therefore, I always try to understand others, and feel what they feel. I love it. But recently, I’ve been doing it too much, to the people who are closest to me, to the extent where I’m physically shaking and feel like I have no energy. I prayed, asking God to fill my heart with his love. I felt much better. I don’t know how much is too much. I don’t know if I should continue or stop myself. I feel like it’s a duty that I have. I empathise with everyone, the ‘good’ and ‘bad’, I guess it’s because I have a natural care for people, or that I’m opened to people. There’s no right way or wrong way to do anything. I believe sharing ideas, emotions, and thoughts is the way to being closer together. It’s common ground, rather than distancing ourselves from each other through the increasing barriers between us, when from inside, we all really are the same.

My Life Felt like TV…

DSC_0197It just feels so weird when all of a sudden, your life feels like a drama, a movie, a TV series. To the extent where you don’t even know what to feel or what to think any more, because you’ve never experienced such things, you only see them on TV to potentially attract audience. So people watch it and get amused, but when it happens to you, it hits you. You start to think of it like a chess game. What move should I make and what are the consequences of it? To put myself in everybody else’s shoes and think what’s the best decision for all of us. To fully think with the mind of that person. And to think that you have the power to change it all, to turn everything upside down, to experience the tough consequences, but it should all add up to form a bigger picture, in the long term, to something positive and meaningful. But thinking in the short term, makes it dominate your mind and lets nervousness run through you. Feeling vulnerable. Feeling hurt. But feeling powerful, because it’s in my hands. I try to take a mental break from it, but even when I sleep, I’m dreaming it. I don’t know what to do. I decide to wait a bit and see what fate brings, but look at every moment that passes with doubt, wondering if I should have done something.

This is how I felt a while ago, now things are cooler, and not as heated up. And what happened at the end was okay, but I know that it’s not the end. It’s like a roller coaster going up and down, but now I have a better, clearer picture of what to do when it shoots up again.

I Don’t Label My Emotions

sesameIsn’t it logical to label happiness as ‘good’ and sadness as ‘bad’? That is overly-simplified. Emotions are not black or white, there are many shades of grey in between. I appreciate my times of sadness, because how can I know the true taste of happiness if I haven’t experienced sadness? How would I know what it feels like to be secure, without experiencing vulnerability? How can I appreciate knowledge without experiencing ignorance?

As cheesy as it sounds, the day allows you to appreciate the night, the summer allows you to appreciate the winter, and the moon allows you to appreciate the sun – contrasts are made so you can appreciate. That’s why the positive and negative cells of a magnet attract, they all help to complement each other.

Therefore, I don’t like to label my emotions as good or bad, because they all complement each other and help to build up a bigger picture of a stronger version of me. They help me to further discover myself more and the more emotions I experience, the more knowledgeable I become.

 

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My thoughts change everyday, the way I think changes everyday. I’m crazy – I contradict myself, prove myself right or wrong. I absorb what people say, assess it, and see if it brings me different views. I may be stubborn, but not with the way I think. Thoughts flow in my head about anything and everything. I’m stubborn with what I want to get in life. If someone says “no, you can’t do that”, I have to find another way to do it. For example, in my mock/trial exams at school, I didn’t want to study for them (not promoting that in anyway), and as a result, I didn’t get the best grades, but I didn’t care because I knew what I was doing. My teacher told me that I need to attend booster classes (which I didn’t go to), because I got a D in a certain subject and if I didn’t, I would fail in my real exam because I’m not prepared to work and that I have a bad attitude.  But I didn’t care, because I have my ways and I knew what I was doing. In my real exam, I got an A*, because when I want something, I’ll do anything to get it. At the end of the day, I didn’t care what the teacher said or thought about me – but I liked the fact that I proved her wrong in an unexpected way.

In contrast, I feel like it’s wrong to be stubborn with the way you think – how are you meant to empathise? Forgive? Agree? Disagree? Understand? Especially with all the misunderstandings in the world, whether it’s between two people or two countries, you need to open up your mind for a different view. For example, murder is wrong, but when you put yourself in the murderer’s shoes, you are able to understand (not justify) why people do such things, it’s all about exercising the way you think.  The less we are stubborn with the way we think, the more we understand one another and the more we are filled with kindness that isn’t distorted by differences, prejudices, events, memories, etc.