WHEN THE SEARCH IS OVER

Love is the world’s most sought after emotion. The world’s most celebrated bond. Love is the sweetest produce of creation . And a couple’s most priced treasure. A treasure that’s worth fighting for. . It is the sturdiest fortress. I am that fortress. I may look tiny and weak but my love will not falter. My heart succumbs only to that which is YOU. 
My love is fixed. My heart is certain.

I wrote these lines for my Facebook status in lieu of our 10th wedding anniversary. Let us dissect each one of them:

Love is the world’s most sought after emotion.

We live to love and because of that notion we are bound to continuously, unceasingly if not desperately search for love. It is the one emotion that puts us all to ecstasy.

The world’s most celebrated bond. Love is the sweetest produce of creation.

Once we have found love, we never want to let go. Who would want to? That inexplicable feeling of bliss that paints a smile on your face even when you are alone? Of course, you’d never want to let go of that. Hence, we tell the world, how we found what most men and women are still searching for.

And a couple’s most priced treasure. A treasure that’s worth fighting for.

Among all things, love is the most precious. Along the way, love faces trials. At times, we become complacent and neglect to nurture it. In so doing, we forget that our love now is pushed toward a cliff. In most cases, it is then that we realize, we are not whole without love. We then, grab hold of whatever we can salvage. This routine may happen again and again. But we tirelessly fight.

 It is the sturdiest fortress. I am that fortress. I may look tiny and weak but my love will not falter.

Most skeptics think love is a weakness. Well, maybe because the world can use it as a leverage against you. As for me, the world is a place where love is breathed like oxygen. I don’t see the world as the villain of the story.

Love may not look physically sturdy as that of hatred, grudge and envy but it seeps in to each one of the aforementioned transforming them to its likeness.

My love is fixed. My heart is certain.

I know my heart. I am with no doubt in love with my husband. And no one else.

I am in love and I am more than willing to fight for it. No amount of HURT or BETRAYAL can change that. 

The Writer in Me

There is this tiny creature that has inhabited my sometimes boring disposition, my chaotic mind, my subtle heart, my steady fingers (yet in other aspects have lost dexterity).

This tiny creature has dwelt in me since I have made connections with that thing called BALLPOINT PEN. But wait, don’t get too excited and raise your expectation meter up to levels I can’t keep up. I know, what you’re thinking….

…..I’m not that kind of writer…

I write. I write only to express what I feel. I write at times because I have to. When I write, there is always this struggle of lengthening the piece. So I thought, writing ain’t my thing.

The recent circumstances pushed me to a much greater length to where I am right now. I thought, I am a writer. Just not the lengthy type. Maybe this explains my inclination to poetry and my utmost dislike to novels. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against novels. It’s just me. I have issues with lengthy pieces except when they are illustrated or videographed. Maybe because I am spatial.

The worst thing about me is I AM NOT A WIDE READER. Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t read. As a matter of fact, I do. However, my type of reading materials is terribly narrow. Mainly because I don’t read if the material doesn’t have pictures or illustrations. I don’t read if the material is too lengthy because I get information overload. I get bored.

My suspicion is that maybe, just maybe, my brain is designed that way.

I am a writer. Just not the lengthy type.