Archive for March, 2010

You’re weak. Very weak. Possibly afraid. That makes you even weaker. Just don’t explain yourself, you’re weakness explained it all.
I’m just shocked. How could you possibly be so helpless, so passive! How could you give up on what you supposedly treasured most in life. It’s either it never mattered to you, or that you’re too handicapped to fight for your dreams. And whatever the reason behind that was, it illustrates a form of weakness which I’ve eventually realized.

She was right infront of you, a metre away. She stood right there. And like always, you did nothing. Absolutely nothing. You missed out on your second, if not the last, chance. So what was holding you back this time? No explanation is good enough. There’s isn’t any anyway!

She fought for you, she grasped you tightly, so tightly, and stood by your side against the world. Thought the two of you made a team. Unbeatable. So strong that it seemed unbreakable. She was ready to face anything, when you only hid yourself.She was the dream you thought it’s eventually coming true. What have you done inreturn? Escaped the world to create a cave of your own? Escaped your friends? It’s always the same. You simply turn your back to whatever you dislike. You give up on everything for nothing. Depression and negativeness that you’ve spoonfed yourself with. And within all that messed up mind of yours, you failed to place her in the category she deserved. You escaped her too. Yes, a mistake which she wouldn’t forgive, you didn’t even make it up for her, and you still seek forgiveness?? She was ready to offer it more than once, but everytime she’s about to do so, your weakness kicks in, you give up way too early and fall back into your fake cave of hibernation. She’s not your puppet. She didn’t want to leave you so weak, so corrupted. But you failed to get that too! The weakness in you soon became a part of hers. She was only caught up in the middle.

And untill this day, she was unable to find a reason. Only at this very moment, when you get a chance to do something after all this time, you don’t for you’re still restrained by that God damn weakness you’ve created. It has taken all over you untill you’ve become weaknessness yourself! Only then she saw the bigger picture. Only then she understood she has ‘overestimated’ your potentials. You were just too weak for her. You’re too weak for anything! The moment she saw you everything rushed into her, everything. That was when she knew she was wasting her time. She finally understood she cannot have something you could never offer. Not to her, not to anybody. This marked the incident she understood her only choice was to let go. She wasn’t bothered to pay you another look. It didn’t matter anyway.

You lost a fighter, she only lost a loser. And along with that, she lost her weakness.

If you still care don’t ever let her know. She wouldn’t let the feelings she’s supressed show. Atleast not to you. She’s far more stronger, remember? You’ll never get to see the pain you caused her. She would never unveil it. Especially to him who caused her all that sufferance. Forgiveness is another story. Forget? She wouldn’t. She’s strong enough to remember everything, and to talk about it with others. What about you? 

She’s had enough. Too much weakness to bear. You wouldn’t change. Weakness is your template. If you wanted to do something you would’ve done it a long time ago. If not, then it’s either you don’t want to, or you’re a chicken. In both cases, she gives up. She wouldn’t give a damn anymore.
She’s now ending your silly pathetic show with a similar passive act. Enjoy.
Bury whatever you’ve felt in you, just like she did, and try to find the reasons to move on…


(My 2nd article for our newly established women empowerment magazine 🙂 )

We’re not weak. We’re patient. We’re not shallow, not naive, We’re only smarter than showing our intimate strenght throughout. It shines when triggered.
Women are born strong. Peacefully strong. We define beauty in all forms. And by beauty, I don’t only refer to the physical beauty, but the beauty of being successful, independent and of a position of fair authority in countless fields.Our very own inner beauty.

Today, we take a step forward to honor each and every single woman for simply being a woman! To honor those who’ve searched themselves to find their special genuinity and thereby encouraging generations to do the same, errupting currents of significant achievements, inventions and investments.To honor all mothers who’ve attained the stability between their motherhood and demandd success. To honor, and most importantly, back up our fighters against cancer, support them, and be one of the voices telling them ” You can do it !” .
Today involves all of us, and it’s enough to walk down the street with an unusally boasting confidence, for it’s the day we get to proove our potentials extend far beyond any horizons. Hi-five women!

We’ve chosen to different ways. Who knows? Maybe sometime in the forseeable future we’ll get to meet. We’ll get to talk. Maybe sometime destiny shall remind us of what we’ve supposedlyconvinced ourselves we’ve forgotten… Maybe sometime soon.

Maybe is the positiveness that masks the fact that it’s never going to happen. We just stick it between the words to add a little bit of hope, some fake optimisim for infact we know for sure it’s over. Maybe, that’s going to make us feel better. Maybe? 

Then comes destiny to beat all the odds. To beat the Maybes. To make it happen and to leave us trapped. The endless chain of thoughts is ignited by the shock it gave you. But maybe it’s too late, way too late to happen. Maybe it wasn’t our fault. It’s a third power that drove us apart, one which untill this day we’re both unable to identify. It wasn’t me. It ,MAYBE, wasn’t you.  There was more to it that just the two of us. Maybe it wasn’t even us?

That “coinsidence”  has errupted issues I’ve tried to supress within myself  as these maybes were being materialized in a fraction of a second. The same happened to you. Stunning how these very unlikely maybes arise in the weirdest places.

Sometimes we just get carried away. We manage to be the same person who plays the act of a hundred people at the same time just to make sure his wanted act is overlooked by others. Let it safely hide within ourselves. That act we shared had to be buried deeply within ourselves, even if it was against our helpless will.

Life is the biggest show ever, and we’re all puppets! Ones driven by absolutely powerful forces that we can do nothing about. And once the stage empties, you shed all the masks you’ve worn, detach from all acts you’ve played, and give rise to the one show you’ve never had the chance to play. Your own show. And the best part – there are no audience to watch.

Maybe sudden incidents are just too unexpected to grasp. Maybe we’re just too insecure to stand up and do whatever it takes us to win whatever we demanded. Or simply, maybe we’re just tired of trying. Disappointment is capable of shattering us to pieces, and experiences create a barrior, a shield, around us. And that’s maybe why we fail to communicate efficiently.


Maybe not…