Lights, Please!

I am trying to watch cable at the same trying to scribble my way through another blog. Normally, it’s as easy as eating and drinking. But at this moment it doesn’t seem to be the case. I find myself fiddling with the remote every so often trying to find the channel to tune in ‘till I am done with whatever. Bothered that I can’t find the right channel, I turn the tv off.

We sometimes find ourselves in a somewhat-dilemma such as the one I, admittedly, poorly portrayed. Though I could have come up with a better one but I preferred to let you appreciate my daily routines...however pathetic they may be. There are times where we take a crack at doing different things we enjoy at the same time. Well, it wouldn’t be an issue if one doesn’t hinder us from doing the other. Sometimes they can even compliment each other. Like drinking an ice cold Coke while eating your favorite hot pandesal. Fine, again it’s a bad example but you get my point, right?

But sometimes the case is just ain’t so. It would sometimes make us realize that we really can’t get to do everything we desire. I know it ain’t fair and that life can even be cruel at times. Life can prove this point in so many ways. The sad part is; it will never make room for some exceptions. So you can either let it beat you to a pulp, make you scream and cry in pain, see yourself be destroyed with your hand on it, or you can stand and face it and show who’s the boss… that should be you, right?

Some people I know are right now in this similar state. They are torn between loving and leaving. They are hurt to admit that the same person they hold dear is the same person causing them inconsiderable pain. It’s that kind of pain that they wouldn’t want to come from someone that matters to them. It could have been less painful if were caused by some stranger. But worst, they keep the pain coming as if it would taste better the next serving.

Don’t get me wrong, I had my own share of these too. I’ve been hurt a lot too. Honestly, the tinge of pain I still can feel every time my memory decides to be rude to me. It vividly reminds me of how foolish I was to let myself be hurt that way knowing that I too deserve to be happy.

Love doesn’t always come to us in a chariot or on glass slip-ons. Sometimes it comes and presents itself as an ugly frog too. But that’s even nothing compared to loving an evil witch who fancies in making life miserable or a mean and ugly ogre who might eat you one day when you’re sound asleep (with the exception of Shrek, of course).

But love is such a hard feeling to figure out. You can never prepare well for it. You can never tell it what to do. It guides you through its path without you in the driver’s seat. I believe that’s why we call lovers blind…sometimes.

Who turned off the lights?