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Untainted Thoughts for the Broken Hearted

According to him, he wrote..

"there are gorgeous and shallow women..but there are women you meet that you feel very electric with.."

Well that's according to him.. words that I saw him write down on my notebook. He was lit.  Yep,he writes too..nonetheless, it will not change the fact that he left without  word, like a ninja escaped from the great walls of Tahiti. And with that, I dare say he's not the subject of what I'm going to write about today. He's just an inspiration of how I came up with the words I have to share..to my sister who recently broke up with her boyfriend, to my friends who are currently suffering from cardiovascular collapse, and to all ladies out there who are mending a broken heart.

I told my sister (which I wanna share to the world as well)..Crying over something or someone you lost is not a sign of weakness, it's a big fat fucking proof that you loved wholeheartedly. We experience heartbreaks not because we are bad people, it's just that, we are resilient enough to deal with them, and face this cruel world with a brighter smile. Don't ever succumb to the idea that you are not enough reason for someone to stay, because staying is not a word you impose, it's a feeling. You stay in someone's life because it's what your heart tells you to do, it's because you feel safe, comforted within the confines of the person's love. 
Leaving, on the other hand, is an instinct. A person wants to escape from a place where he feels unwelcome or not happy anymore. Personally, as much as possible I don't want to beg for someone I love to stay, if he wants to leave, I let him be, not because I don't love him, but because it's what he needs to do, to feel safe again. I do not blame people who left me for all the pain they caused me, because if someone deserves and is destined to stay with you, you don't have to get into a big fight for your place in their life. That's how life goes. It's cruel, it's a harsh place to breathe in and out..but it's the hard life that makes you tick, for you to aspire for a better day. 

It's normal to be hurt and shed Wawa dam of tears, but damn baby girl, you are a black rose amongst gazillion fake red roses. Be proud of your thorns and individuality. Never think less of yourself. Do not let birdbrain, dimwit people kill your fluffy, sunny vibe. Step away from loneliness..it's not a good place to make memories. Choose to step a bit closer to recovery..to happiness.

Moving on is not an easy task,I just know because I've been to this chapter of life over and over again..I might even get a certificate of recognition for completing years taking this course! It's like an exam of a lifetime! Of mind boggling questions of self-worth and never ending heart-wrenching episodes of reminiscing. But listen to bitter shitheads when they say nothing lasts forever, because not all the time you'll be stuck in this phase. Time will come that happiness will be there to haunt you, because it's what you deserve not because that's just how nature works. When you're down, always remember that there's not other way you can go but up  (this is nature!). 

Lastly, I would like to reiterate famous people's words about not ending up with the person you want to be with..there will come a time that someone will come into your life, who will make you see and realize why it never worked out with anyone else. Heartbreaks are not a punishment to torment souls..think of it as a stop off enroute to your ultimate love story!

So wipe away those tears, stand tall, and show those awesome party teeth to this cruel planet we live in! :D

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