My tooth aches. Not because of tooth decay or sensitivity but because of that ironically stupid wisdom tooth. Still. It has been hurting for a week now and yet, every single day I still feel the pain. Whoever said about routinary pain turning itself to numbness must've been a really really crappy emo. Speaking of which, I've been one this morning. Tried sleeping with a broken heart, so voila. I'm trying to keep my life, well, my life and not everyone else's so I tend to keep some things personal ever since i-can't-remember-i-don't-keep-track-of-things-like-these. In short, I am sorry for the hurtful things I've said, but is glad we had that last night. For all I know, I could be spending my life with this person, might as well bring on the heartbreaks. For in breaking can we only be made whole again. But not always for gadgets e.g. phones. I `accidentally` hurled my invincible phone to the office floor after demonstrating to an officemate how a certain dance step is danced. No, the phone smashing isn't part of the routine. Neither my geeky, silly, floppy, lame dance moves. Body. Battery. Cover. Three part split. And still aliiiive! *Voice courtesy of Frankenstein c.1910*
Funny how life rolls like this. You unwillingly grow wisdom, get yourself pain, deem it unnecessary and yet you find yourself happy about it at the end of the day. Another experience to tell my future grandchildren (if there will be any). You sleep with a broken heart, wake up with a broken heart, and yet you find yourself genuinely dancing silly and feeling happy about it. I guess you just have to rely on yourself to handle pain, you know you more than anyone anyway. And then you smash your phone hard on the floor, your phone which survived numerous smashing already, rain water and coke, splitting it into three, without knowing if you'll get it back again, and yet you know hope that well, that you know it would still work, after putting it together again. Knowing hope that well, trusting hope over uncertainties, becomes faith. And faith is always, always, what keeps us going.
Love life, because life becomes lovely when you start loving it.
`A toute a l'heure` not `au revoir`.
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