I've received so many emails on my father's day posting that I am so touched.
I've received emails from both sides of the fence which is good. It keeps me grounded.
And I found out about this today...so my posting is not the only thing that made me cry..(I'll write more about JON & KATE PLUS 8 in another posting)
It also makes me think and brings me back to the frustrations I've had before.
I've been in all sort of situations mind you. In and out of love.
Some people are lucky, they find love in the first try and they end up spending their whole lives with that person.
I've never had that opportunity to live a fairy tale.
With every failed relationship...the next one gets more complicated.
Maybe I was irrational, in a hurry...
I've had to cry buckets of tears and end up battered and broken before I met DH.
Just like this pinyada that the kids keeps bashing up because they know there are still sweets inside...when by actual fact I have non to give.
Thats why I purely understand...that...
some people are still searching...and they are about to loose hope.
Trust me, I know how that feels...but DONT
I wish I was this person back then when I didnt loose hope.
I wish I trusted people who said "you'll meet someone better"
in which I did...miraculously!
and I know it takes time to cure a sore, battered heart. It takes a long time. But I think what makes it hurt is because we want that person to hurt to.
but you're not a saint either...I've hurt others as well.
...so after reading all the wonderful comments and email....I paused to reflect and exhale today and said to myself...
"You cant really say or label the people (in my case men) whom have hurt you incredibly in the past as bad people, but people..whom have made bad choices and decisions....after all we are only human"
and as those imagines of "men" vaporized from my memory one by one...
and so did my hurt.
...I also leave this video..its what got me to write this today ;)
Sarah McLachlan - Arms Of An Angel lyrics
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel “not good enough?
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
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