Streams of Consciousness… Beware of wordiness*!

…but then again, how can we evade not teling the truth when in fact, what surrounds us are all lies???

……..relationships are full of lies.

……..love is a lie. No one really loves someone forever. Even if they argue that you don’t really stop loving someone, you’ll just find someone whom you’ll love more than that person. But in the end, what do you get? There are really no happy endings in relationships…not even in marriage. When you see an old couple still living together, it’s never right to assume that their love for each other never faded. It probably has already. They’re just so used to faking it that they don’t even know that what just keeps them glued together is a unified but vacuumed heart. The old folks might just have never heard of separation or divorce…or, maybe they don’t even have the funds to do it…or, when they do have the money, maybe they’re still together because they’re tired of the whole court processes and all that rigmarole (including the part when they get to slice their conjugal properties into two…just imagine how "painful" it would be to let go of those riches!!).

You see, behind every seemingly-lasting marriage is a cheating husband who likes to spread his manliness to every vagina in the world and/or a money-thirsty kneiving wife (and you may also add that offspring with serious family issues — that’s me! — into the picture, but that’s not what this blog is about….or is it?). If they decide to stick together just for the sake of the kids….WHO ARE YOU GUYS KIDDING??!! You’re despicable! That excuse is soooo passe! You might as well just give the kids the money (oh, boy I’d loooooooooove that!) and go on ur separate ways! Don’t separate when you two are already too old to date again! …Or better yet, don’t marry at all (and living-in wouldn’t be such a good idea either, at least that’s what I think).

It all started with a little lie…a sorta white lie. And now, those minute colorless lies were covered by another one. And another. And another. Now, take a look at what you have created……………….a MASTERPIECE that makes CRAP a lesser evil!!! Look at how that lie, and all the other technicolored lies have been blown into gigantic proportionssssss!…

I shall now turn to God (not religion)… When it comes to lies, He is colorblind. Make no mistake on that. Bantay mo doh!!!!

P.S.

I’m not saying I’m not a liar and that we shouldn’t lie at all. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s one thing when you lie, and it’s a completely different thing when you label it with colors. After all, A LIE IS A LIE. And let’s not label lies with colors, please. Besides, we already have crayons for that.

…and I’m not talking about grades, ok?!

They all say that a person’s life is like a puzzle — made up of a myriad of pieces; that each of us are born with one piece of it missing. In order to be whole, we must set forth on a quest to find the one we’re destined to be with (don’t u raise that eyebrow on me! put it down..now!).

Yet nothing is forever (I’m sure y’all know that) and so there will come a time when that single piece — the one that holds the rest of our being together, and the one that we’ve tried so hard to find — would disappear.

There was one time when I thought I’ve finally found my missing piece…until I woke up one morning and realized that it belongs to someone else’s puzzle. But when that piece went astray, I said to myself, "There is no reason to disarray the rest." It’s only a single missing slot. Besides, being whole is just an evanescent feeling. If you’ve felt it before, you certainly can feel it again — though only for a moment.

You see, in the net reality, we are never complete and we never will be. But think about that empty spot. Let it be the reason for you to keep on living.

As for me, my pieces are always in motion. Changing right under my very nose. Replacing and arranging themselves one piece at a time. Of course, a certain puzzle occassionally leaves and another one enters while the others have to weep on the ones that left and to welcome those that would later come in. In the long run, I WILL ALWAYS BE ONE PIECE OF THE PUZZLE SHORT.

I may have my loved ones beside me but them alone do not make me whole. Be that as it may, they are there to make me less incomplete…a little bit whole…and at the same time, a little bit unbroken. ^_^