Sunday, May 10, 2020

When you say bye and don't know it's the last you see of them...  
It's like a falling star,  
The brilliantly beautiful flash of light which would be etched in memory 
You'll never catch a falling star 
There's no pocket to put it for a rainy day 
Coz there are too many rainy days more than what we can salvage...  
In the meantime....  
Listen to it... Sing with it... I love the song... 
Perry Como..  
:) 
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket save it for a rainy day.... 

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

unicorns pooping rainbows and Shit

Taller than me,  gorgeously good looking,  soul piercing eyes.  All things any teenager thinks of in her checklist for he perfect guy.  
All of this just gets enormously inflated when we watch the reel life stories. 
All the men are perfectly sculpted,  flawed but sensitive. 
All the women are perfect with smiles even when they are not in a great space.  Willing to sacrifice their needs for others,  putting their needs in the closet when others are met.  
Women who talk things to their other person and everything just gets better talking.  
The books and movies show sex to  be fairytale perfect where people see stars and the world becomes such a beautiful place where the colors become brighter the trees with blobs of green anymore but the blobs are actually beautiful little leaves just waiting to bed seen with a different perspective. And the perspective apparently changes once you meet a man or woman that just makes everything perfect and everything suddenly doesn't seem grey anymore but just explodes with color....  
I have a problem with that.  
The world doesn't have perfect people.  
The saying where we are each flawed and our perfect soulmate is the one that is also flawed to fit together like a jigsaw is nothing but utter rubbish.  
There are no soul mates.  
All this world is beautiful after is bullshit.  
The world is what it is.  Whether before or after.  No one event is going to make you see your life in color if your mind is tuned to black and white.  The mind then may appreciate the grey but not the rainbow of colors that the unicorn poops out. 
People are never the soulmate. There's no perfect sex.  No knight in shining armor.
No man is going to write me poetry however gifted a poet he maybe to others.  
No man is going to hold a person's hand nothing matter how much he is there for others.  
No man is going to recognise how much you have done for him even though he is capable of recognising and acknowledging the contributions of others in his life. 
Where, he takes you and what you do for granted so much, that he thinks you are the one taking him for granted.  
All this does happen. 

No one is going to say you are worth it, there is no happily ever after. There's always a work in progress and the other person needs to build it with you as much as you do.  
There is no perfect relationship,  it's always imperfect.  There probably is just a point where one of you will get tired of talking about everything.  A point where you just want to stay in your mind.  A point where the other person doesn't even realise.
But just hold it together.  
The attitude will come.  
Not soon.  
But hold it together anyway. 

No one person can decide your worth. 
No one can decide you are or aren't worth the time and effort.  
Just hold it together....
This too shall pass.  


There are times when we realise how trivial everything we think to bed important turns out to believe just that. Trivial.  
With this pandemic, it made me stay at home more.  Not escape to my safe space.  So much time with my little one that I realised what I have been missing,  every minute that I have robbed from her,  my presence. By just not wanting to come home....  
Makes me think about  what else i missed out on.