Used vs Loved

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4years old son picked up stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child’s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father with painful eyes he asked, ‘Dad, when will my fingers grow back?’ the man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times.

Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches; the child had written ‘I LOVE YOU DAD’.

The next day the man committed suicide…

Anger and love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life… Things are to be used and people are to be loved, but the problem in today’s world, people are used and things are loved… Let’s be careful to keep this thought in mind.
– Anonymous

When Love Goes Sour

Last night my soul was hurt. Then I laid my frail body on my bed and sank my aching head in my pillow, for a forever sleep. Not even a wink – rather, my mind chaos my head; instead of sleep my eyes shed tears. Instead of blood my heart pumped pains. The night was hell.

This morning; the weight of my sleepless eyes, the aches in my chaotic head and the frailty of my heart all together add to the ordeal to greet me a terrible day ahead. As much as I strive to disprove this, the worse the situation amplifies. My mouth wouldn’t just accept the food; my entire system could only help by malfunctioning. Then I realized how awful my day has become!

Yes, often times have I heard, “People don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care.” Yet I never stop asking; why is my one plus one never equals two? Why do my fair deeds amount to imperfections? Why do my definite throws always off target? Why do I get this ill-fated with people? Why…?

God knows I hate to see people sad or dejected. God knows I do not like to be of help and decline the opportunity. God knows I hate to bother others with my problems. God knows I like to be a shoulder hurting people can lean in. But now I’ve come to realize it’s not only about what I hate or like but in essence, the people that concern.

Though had my spirit wearied and at the verge of giving up. But for this one intangible reason; this invaluable hope; that one day the life I live, the things I do, the trail I leave will be appraised and the impart I make shall be indelible.

Then an icon; a hero; a legend I become.

Tommy's Conclusion

This evening in a nostalgic conclusion I watched her leaving. The wish of my heart, my body could only help to decline. Then my eyes became tiny and colored red. My system went into hush. My soul expressed disappointment.

What a conclusion – How I wish they (people there) could understand took captive of my head. But “people never understand until you make yourself understandable” came to my rescue. What a pity my situation won’t just adopt this. Then up for me, I made do with what the scene permitted.

Shaking hand with her, I held on (as if I never did…), this could be till eternity, I felt, but just in a jiffy she had no option than to bid goodbye. Then my eyes could only salvage the situation by gazing as the car zoomed off.

The good, the bad, the ugly – the memories of the moments we had together; all that her leaving left me with as I count the seconds till we see each other again.

Every time her memory dwells; if I could turn back the hands of time… But I want to believe greatness is to be explored.

Now I know for real I cannot run from my shadow. Now I come to realize how much my heart feels for her.

In conclusion, I miss her…