Lately everyone I know has been going through a tough time romantically (that includes me off course). Been flung away from the life we know has been kind of rough on the relationship, and split ends and sparks are starting to erupt everywhere. Love lives are ending because of forced marriages, distances being too much, respective lives being so busy that there's no time left to work on the relationship, emotional changes occurring between people cause of the changed environment, and the list goes on.
But thats not really the worst part, we've all been through breakups before. What really is wrong is that everyone seems to have accepted this fate without question, picking up the broken pieces and moving on with their lives, no questions asked. And I'm taken back to the days in college when a relationship meant so much more than just a practical endeavor. When flirting and dating were not just an enjoyable experience, but a way of life. When crazy things were done to impress counterparts (my own including singing in public). When the guys would take trip to unknown places and not look at the sights, spending all their time instead smsing and calling their current "love interests". When every breakup meant a trip to the bar with the whole gang, and every new relationship forged meant the same thing, just that it was paid for. When nights were spent watching movies, listening to songs, and then calling the "other" hostel to tell them how movie scenes reminded them of the good times together. When the college would come alive at night with new and old couples alike, walking, chatting, making out...
I really dont know where those days have gone, or why we have chosen to be so "adult" about this. Why everyone is putting up the brave face while really being torn apart inside by the pain of the split-up. Why all the smiles are forced, when what you really want to do is call and say "I Love You". During the day why we slog to forget the past, when each night is spent tossing, turning, and crying about it. Why everyone is so quiet lately, listening to old songs, going back to the old haunts (atleast when we sleep), just thinking of the good times and wishing that time would rewind, if only for a few hours. Why everyone has accepted life for the way it is, not choosing to fight it with the zeal that we had just a few months back.
Dont grow up so much that you forget who you really are and what you really want. Dont confuse goals with dreams and practicality with love. For once in your life make the decision that you want, not the one that is required.
Dont give up so soon guys...and dont lose that one thing that matters...
But thats not really the worst part, we've all been through breakups before. What really is wrong is that everyone seems to have accepted this fate without question, picking up the broken pieces and moving on with their lives, no questions asked. And I'm taken back to the days in college when a relationship meant so much more than just a practical endeavor. When flirting and dating were not just an enjoyable experience, but a way of life. When crazy things were done to impress counterparts (my own including singing in public). When the guys would take trip to unknown places and not look at the sights, spending all their time instead smsing and calling their current "love interests". When every breakup meant a trip to the bar with the whole gang, and every new relationship forged meant the same thing, just that it was paid for. When nights were spent watching movies, listening to songs, and then calling the "other" hostel to tell them how movie scenes reminded them of the good times together. When the college would come alive at night with new and old couples alike, walking, chatting, making out...
I really dont know where those days have gone, or why we have chosen to be so "adult" about this. Why everyone is putting up the brave face while really being torn apart inside by the pain of the split-up. Why all the smiles are forced, when what you really want to do is call and say "I Love You". During the day why we slog to forget the past, when each night is spent tossing, turning, and crying about it. Why everyone is so quiet lately, listening to old songs, going back to the old haunts (atleast when we sleep), just thinking of the good times and wishing that time would rewind, if only for a few hours. Why everyone has accepted life for the way it is, not choosing to fight it with the zeal that we had just a few months back.
Dont grow up so much that you forget who you really are and what you really want. Dont confuse goals with dreams and practicality with love. For once in your life make the decision that you want, not the one that is required.
Dont give up so soon guys...and dont lose that one thing that matters...
3 comments:
We live till hope lives......the day it dies we will die with it......"Never give up" is the motto....but the question is will our motto survive the cold winter, awaiting the warmth of a spring which shows no sign of approach......will our hope prevail or will the ever increasing chill settle in our heart and souls?
Hmmm, what was the post about? And thats not happening with everyone, biatch.
Well i think..its the changing priorities that have made people put up a brave face..to be more blatant...its a "devil may care" attitude that is prevailing now...sad but true..
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