Who we keep

December 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

In life, we let fate decide who we meet. It’s by chance that we got to know some of the people we know now. Two people will have to be at the same place at the same time to have a chance at seeing eye to eye, dancing together, brushing shoulders, or exchanging nicknames and handshakes. When that happens, that’s the only time when we can take chances on them. We try to look into people, into their being, perhaps on the good side and also the bad side. We learn to evaluate, to accept, to embrace, to reject, to scrutinize, to question.

During those circumstances, we then decide what to do with it. We work hard for our relationship with them – to protect, to nourish, to sustain. We can also decide to break trust, encourage success, let down, keep believing, give up, stay behind or fight for them. I think that’s what makes life both amazing and heartbreaking. We have all that power over people. We can reason everything out. We can test logic or feel our gut. We decide on forever, the nth chance, never again, or never ever just with our minds.

In life, we let fate decide who we meet but we decide for ourselves who we keep.

My first ink

November 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

This time two years ago, I got my first tattoo. People asked where it was located. Why I had it written there in the part which was believed by some to be on my inner thighs with this zoomed in photo.

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A few asked if it was because of a man. Later on, strangers, acquaintances and friends have asked to see it closely. And when they see the phrase carefully written on my skin, they don’t ask what it means. A French guy I met in Bali even said there’s a similar saying in their language. I wish I had remembered the words exactly.

Just to make things clear, no, I did not get inked because of a man from my recent past. Coincidentally around that period, I learned that my happiness did not depend on being in a relationship. I decided to break my own heart by letting go and letting be. I learned the hard way about what I thought I wanted in a significant other but greater things mattered.

I realize now that Octobers and Novembers of my adult years have become significant months of my life. I don’t know if it has something to do with my birthday and life testing how mature I am. The words of my 24-year old self still reminds me years later that I should never give up on great love but never will I settle for less. I still am and will forever be a hopeless romantic. But I am never without hope.

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So maybe I’ll finally get another piece this year. We’ll see.

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