four days ago, i bought a new facial night cream. i decided to try a totally different brand for once. one that is more expensive than my previous brand i must say. (yeah, i'm richer now.;))
the day right after i started using it, i had a pimple breakout. and i didn't mind. it must be part of the trial and change process. everyday it gets worse. and still, i don't mind.
i think it was last night when an idea crossed my mind. right when i'm dabbing the cream all over my face, in front of the mirror.
i thought this whole thing can be related to love. when we (or i for that matter, i don't mean to generalize anyway) fall or decide to love someone, i know love comes with beautiful promises and hopes. as for the night cream, it promises a moisturized and smoother skin. sometimes on the onset or somewhere along the way, it's all the bad part -- the adjustment, the hassles, the breakout, the fights, the disagreements. but i would still keep on using it because i believe in it and i paid for it. (besides, the pimples are not that big and scary-looking enough). in love, i invested in it. i gave my time and effort and resourses and my whole self. as i continue to use the cream i also continue my observation, whether the breakout is worsening or if eventually it will stop, if eventually i'll see the good results it promised at the back label. i'm pretty sure the only time i'll ever decide whether to continue using it or not is when i finish all its content, down to the last useable particle.
i think i had it established. i don't give up on things that easily, whether it's something as trivial as using a night cream or as special as love. i maximize everything there is to maximize, i give as many chances as i am capable of giving, and more than anything else, i make sure i get my money's worth. ( i wouldn't just throw away that expensive night cream just because of pimple breakouts here and there).
and the same goes with love. you'll know when it's time to stop. and there is such thing as saturation point. you'll recognize it when you reach it.
(and yes, i can be this reflective in front of the mirror. all these thoughts ran freely and naturally inside my head in a matter of three minutes. am i weird?)
friends -- they help me keep my sanity intact
are you with me when i say we tend to neglect even our dearest closest most trusted friends at times when we are happy? and we only remember we have these gems once things get tough and bumpy?
not that it's something deliberate. but we are relaxed about the fact that they are just there anyway, smiling silently about our happiness, happy for us. and we're cool with that.
i'm glad that these gems are easy pickings. like right at the moment you need them, they're there as if you're a magician and they're your rabbits under your sleeve ready to to do some tricks, to back you up, to cheer, to give you a gentle tap or a slap, to keep the show going and entertaining.
these are the friends who don't mind listening to your woes for the nth time, to your 10-year old issues in life. friends who'd willingly give their thoughts and pieces of advice even if you're too stubborn to follow them. they offer nothing but love, comfort, patience, understanding and hope, hope that one day, someday, in your own time and way and will, you'll know when to stop and give these problems a final rest. but while you're wobbly and not strong enough to do so, they'll continue to lend their own strengths and just stay there, waiting for the next time you'll need their shoulders to lean on, their ears to absorb your screams and cries and rants and profanities, and their hearts.
more than anything else in the world, these are the people i brag about in life. i am not much of a nice person but i guess i must have done something good to deserve these friends.
not that it's something deliberate. but we are relaxed about the fact that they are just there anyway, smiling silently about our happiness, happy for us. and we're cool with that.
i'm glad that these gems are easy pickings. like right at the moment you need them, they're there as if you're a magician and they're your rabbits under your sleeve ready to to do some tricks, to back you up, to cheer, to give you a gentle tap or a slap, to keep the show going and entertaining.
these are the friends who don't mind listening to your woes for the nth time, to your 10-year old issues in life. friends who'd willingly give their thoughts and pieces of advice even if you're too stubborn to follow them. they offer nothing but love, comfort, patience, understanding and hope, hope that one day, someday, in your own time and way and will, you'll know when to stop and give these problems a final rest. but while you're wobbly and not strong enough to do so, they'll continue to lend their own strengths and just stay there, waiting for the next time you'll need their shoulders to lean on, their ears to absorb your screams and cries and rants and profanities, and their hearts.
more than anything else in the world, these are the people i brag about in life. i am not much of a nice person but i guess i must have done something good to deserve these friends.
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