I don't understand how people can get so selfish. Yes money is important, people fight for it. People do stupid stuff for it. But why? If you know you can't afford some stuff then don't. If you can't take home that few hundred bucks bag home from that shelf then don't try doing it. I don't understand why people are not happy as they way their lives are. I don't get it. Must you work so hard that you put so many things at risk? Are there more to life than money? What about family time? Friends? "Me" time? Is there really nothing else that you can invest your time on? Time is money. What do you do when you finally earn big bucks and your loved one decides to leave you because of the lack of quality time? Do you bring your pot of gold around to look for someone that you can love again? Will you be able to find someone who love you that much?
Sacrifice is a thing that many people don't get it. It's not about being in your comfort zone. A sacrifice is seen when someone is at a moment where they need it. But when you chose to walk away, how is that a sacrifice? A point of time where it really touch the heart is when someone is at his/her lowest point, that moment of effort or sacrifice will be so carved deeply in that person's heart. I don't know how many of you see this, but when someone really go all the way out for me, make a heart felt sacrifice for me, it goes deep.
Expectations often leads to disappointments and nobody likes disappointments. But how do we stop ourselves from expecting for something? Honestly, I'm still mastering the skill. I'm a dependent person and I've done things wrongly which make me rely on people more. I can't help it but I wish I could stop it. I'm learning to stand on myself, making time for myself and my friends and getting my priorities in place again, but everything seems so hard when your heart is as stubborn as a rock.
Oh, wait, what? What am I ranting about again? I've no idea either. I think it's the staying at home weekends that is driving me to the walls. I hate thinking so much, why am I typing so much on this space on a Sunday night? What are the thoughts that are clouding in my brains? So many I've no ideas, no answers at all. Is this how the human brain works?
Ok, I know I sound so problematic, but I guess this is me. I feel better after writing, I need to date a poet. Or maybe a dog.
