This love thing…

All of us girls were brainwashed by the perfect charming prince, the white horse, that perfect love story where he says and does everything perfectly. He looks perfect and he looks at me perfectly. He knows how I feel even though he knows me only for a little while. He is loving and makes me feel loved, even though I have no idea if it all is truly love or not. And I in childhood, watched so many love stories, read so many romantic books, that now, I honestly regret doing so because I think the same way.

You may ask me: ” Why Maria?” . Because it is tiring to look at any guy and have my girly me bounce around and think that he might be the the guy. You know? It is quite annoying when I am just having a friendly chat with a guy and then again my girly me comes and starts whispering me that he is the guy when we have known each other for a little while only. And it is also, very, very annoying when I see my best friends who are sitting there on the chair yet their minds are flying around the world and thinking about some guy, whom I bet, they know only for little while and think they are in love. I mean come on people, if you think about it, will you really marry someone random thinking it’s love? I am pretty sure relationships are build on trust, care, honesty, and all and not on something capricious like love. Because love is not like Gravitational Force, it is not an exact amount, it will always vary. If you don’t believe me, let’s take the person you love the most, will you really love that person like you do them now when you are having an argument? My point is, I wish I wasn’t brainwashed about prince charmings and now I would probably have it easier and just know then when it is the actual love thing… You know?

Another reason why it is good for girls not to be brainwashed about love is that their husbands/boyfriends will be so happy they will kiss my hand! I am sure of that part, every guy, okay let’s say, majority of the guys believe that ladies are in their own illusional world, where they don’t want the truth, they always want the right answer the answer they they want to hear. They don’t want you to actually say: “No darling, you shouldn’t wear that dress”, they want you always to tell them they are perfect and let’s face it, nobody is perfect. This love story perfection has not only drawn women crazy nowadays (and me too) but it also makes guys who will date them suffer.

We ladies love heels to make us taller and sexier, love make up to make us prettier,we wear  fake eyelashes, and in the end we want true love. How can there be anything true around us when all we say,think, and do is practically an illusion? All I think is that parents should not let their girls indulge too much in love stories and fictional books. I am not saying that romance and fiction are bad, what I am saying is that when someone watches a movie and sees the perfect scenes, where the ugly girl turns out the most beautiful, the girl turns out having the richest and most handsome boyfriend, and the girl turns out to be loved dearly, obviously they will want that too! But will that really happen? Majority of the times when we have a rich boyfriend he turns out to be a jerk, if we have a caring and loving boyfriend he turns out to be really poor. That is how God made it fair,even though we might not see the fairness.

In conclusion, watching too many fictional movies is bad. Let your kid read some based-on-true-story books, let him face the real world. What is the point of living in a dream and then falling down crashing like a rock realizing the world out there is nothing like you thought it is, and obviously the men in it are also not perfect?

 

Thoughts of the day…

People often ask me: “Why do you not believe in love?” I do believe in love. The way you love rain yet take an umbrella with you, the way you love flowers and pluck them out, the way you love animals and cage them. Thats the type of love a human being is always capable of and that’s the kind of love that I believe only exists. -Maria

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Black and white.

We meet new faces everyday,
We talk to many everyday,
But we don’t always try to know
A person truly.

Nor do we try to know the real them.
Behind the covers of the strain
That life has thrown upon,
The person who hides under.

Why do we never live and feel?
Why do we always block our selves?
When we do that the world is black and white.
No love, no trust, no friendship.

Black and white.

But when we open our hearts,
When we let people inside our lives,
We give them the ability to hurt us,
And that is when we feel the weakest.

Black and white.

Love can shatter us into pieces,
Love can build us stronger and make us inevitable.
But the important is that we should never
Give up in loving, trusting and caring.

You will be hurt, not once or twice.
You will be loved, maybe only once.
But what is life, with out these feelings?
Black and white.
Black and white.

Today I am hurt, yesterday I was loved.
The flying birdy is thrown back to the ground.
But it is okay, to be hurt to be sad.
Tomorrow I will be loved.
Tomorrow I will be stronger.

Never give up to feel to love,
What will remain if there is no love?
There will be only black and only white.
For you to live in.

Black and white.

Life as it is, piece of cake.

I would like to write today again. Just to notify my darling followers that I am still trying to go back to my poetry!

My life has never been better. Even though I am very busy as I am the Student Council in year 11 ( Junior Year ), trying to keep up being one of the top students, my gym routine and family life ( If you were from an Asian country you would know what I mean )  it is pretty hard! And to be honest I would like to admit my friendship category is not fitting in my life. It is weird how I put the last in the list of everything I should take care of, but that just happened inadvertently.

As I was reading a famous classic book ” The Diary Of A Young Girl ” by Anne Frank I got so inspired by Anne and her thoughts which is why I dedicated her a poem. Secretly she reminds me of myself. But we got to admit it, I could never be Anne, with so much strength, patience and maturity. But we should all just try, to look up at this young girl who despite all the war was so brilliant, hopeful and assured. I shall now stop boring you and get to the poem! I really hope it is better than the previous. As now when I read my previous post poem, it seems too bad.

In the muddle of everything,
She stood brave and strong.
Independent was our Anne,
Spirited and very bold.

Looking into the sky in a time of war,
All she saw was the sun and the birds
Flying across the sky.
Looking into her nostalgic life,
All she feel was content and luck.

The immutable presence did not make her any weaker,
And as she grew, so did her boldness
Leaving the inevitable behind her.

She clinged to love, she clinged to hope,
Where felt none so dolefully.
She planned a future for herself
Where felt like there wasn’t any.

Oh Anne, you are in our hearts,
Forever to be remembered.
And I would like to decry
A salute of respect and gratitude.

If you never read that book, then I advice you to! Every single teacher would stop by and comment on my book saying how amazing it was! This is definitely a must-read! And currently I am reading The Return Of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle.

Lots of love, Maria.

Too bitter, too sweet.

Dear readers,

My life has been going pretty well, and I have enjoyed every second of it. But today I wanted to share something with you. Patience when it comes to family. What does family mean to you? Is it those who  you lay your shoulder on whenever you get the chance to, or those who you try to escape and avoid whenever you possibly can?

Family is not just the part where you all hold your hands together and live happily ever after. There are often times when we all just feel like being alone. Living for your self and being free. But we all know that it is not that easy to let go, it is not that easy to just live alone with out having anyone to care for you. There are many problems a family faces, but the most vital right now in our world is: teenage drama. Who doesn’t have that one brother who you just can’t have a single conversation with? Or that son, daughter, cousin, whoever he or she is, we all have that one person in the house that shouts and yells with no patience and with out even second-guessing who is the person he/she is talking to.

Sometimes we yell back at them, sometimes we just bang the door and try to forget they even exist. But usually, we forget that we too went through the exact same chaos. Knowing that many of my viewers live with teenagers in their house, I would like to remind you all, me, you, your parents and my parents went through the same time. Just a slight different way. So be patient with that person, give time, swallow the eagerness to shout back because you know that this person will never be close to you if you slip the chance today. And you never know if it is already too late…  Therefor if you have a brother or a sister that yells back at you with out realizing it, be gentle and let them be. Let them say what they want to, because you know in the end they will come to you, somehow and someday.

Love your family, be there for them, because they in return will be there for you. And who are we with out love in this world?