Insanity

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

If that's true, I might be a bit cuckoo.

A small part of me is still hoping for something to change.

When nothing has changed.

The feeling is fading.

But a stubborn part still clings on.

Life's too short to cry over spilled milk.

Kuwait has put that in perspective.

Life's too short. Seize the day.

But I'm only human. Poke me and I bleed.

Hopefully this will be over soon enough.

Or perhaps that's just wishful thinking?

Can a wound heal if you keep pouring salt in it?

Haha.

Sometimes I laugh at the ridiculous scenarios I put myself in.

Does that make sense to you?

Does that make me crazy?

If only you knew.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

I can't be someone I'm not.

That's the only thing I can be.

Am I insane for not changing?

Or perhaps I'm insane for hoping someone can accept that.

Truly, what a crazy feeling, this thing called love.

It can make you happier than you could possibly imagine.

And it can also scar you for the rest of your life.

I'm glad it happened. Sincerely.

I did not know I could love someone so intensely.

And I did not realize how awful it would be to not receive it in return.

Somehow I'm smiling now.

Now I know what bittersweet is.

Peace.

All things considered

All things considered, I think I'm doing well so far.

It's taking me some time to move on.

It's difficult.

Very difficult.

Sometimes the heart does stupid things.

Sometimes it tells you to do stupid things, in pursuit of happiness.

When things don't go the way it hoped it would, it becomes sad.

The logical thing to do would be to move on.

Move away from the sadness.

Leave it behind.

But sometimes, the heart wants to be sad.

It's illogical. Totally irrational.

But it is what it is.

The heart wants to remain sad.

The heart forces you to remember the good times you've had.

How happy you were.

How awful it is you've lost that thing you so badly cherish.

Sneakily, it never remembers the bad things.

The awful things you had to put up with.

Selective amnesia.

The mind is a powerful thing, but sometimes it's rendered powerless.

It cannot help but succumb to such strong emotions.

And you can't help but feeling helpless, you feel weak.

Unable to do anything but feel immense sadness and foolishness.

In moments of clarity, yes it does make you feel like such a fool.

To allow yourself to be this vulnerable.

To permit yourself to be hurt.

To place your happiness on such a non-tangible and uncertain thing.

But it is the way the world works.

You were not the first, and you shall not be the last.

The only way forward is to embrace it.

Embrace the sadness. Embrace the foolishness.

Embrace the pain. Embrace the weakness.

But never lose yourself in it.

Know that everything happens for a reason, and this too shall pass.

Know that you are meant to overcome this.

Know that you will.

Know that you will be a better person after.

Stronger. Wiser. More compassionate.

I feel like such a sap writing this. But the writing helps.

Perhaps it's the old age. Haha.

Peace.

This too shall pass

When one door closes, another door opens.

The open door, it pulls me. Unintentionally.

I try to resist.

It is unfamiliar. It is complicated.

Uncharted territory.

Staying stagnant is safer.

So I stared from afar.

And denied my feelings.

Until the agony was unbearable.

I mustered whatever courage I had.

I have stepped through the open door.

And I find myself falling.

With no end in sight.

Not yet.

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It felt like forever.

Sometimes I enjoyed it. Very much so.

Sometimes I dreaded the experience. Expecting the worse.

It is unclear. Well, it was unclear.

I finally saw the ground, and there was nothing there to soften the blow.

I crashed. I'm broken. I'm hurt.

In some ways I am glad.

The uncertainty was killing me from the inside.

But the crash is killing me both in and out.

I am scattered across the landscape.

I slowly pick myself up, piece by piece.

Life must go on. There is no moment of respite.

I put on my fake smile, and I go about my day as a normal man.

Barely keeping it together.

There are parts of me that hate this immensely.

How foolish was I to fall. To let myself fall.

Yet a small voice reminds me of how this needed to happen.

There was no other way for me to follow.

Ah, the mind can always argue reason and logic, but the heart wants what it wants.

There is no logic, no reasoning to it.

It just is.

I am haunted by what could've been.

I struggle to push away these nightmares I have in my waking moment.

Ironically sleep is my only solace.

In time this too shall pass.