broken myths

the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow..when you were young, you probably didnt know that rainbows are merely no more than a trick that the physics of light has played on our eyes. if we could step forward and touch it, you realise it's as immaterial as breezes of air.

isnt it then, sometimes better to take a step back to admire this beautiful sight, and never have to find out that it is in actual fact, non-existent....

isnt it better then, to be gullible and naive and live in a bubble, blissful unaware of the dangers lurking behind the shadows...than to know, and be wary?

it's a tough decision really. but like i've mentioned long long long time ago...'the mind once broadened, can never retain its original confines..' it doesnt seem like we have much of a choice what people want to tell you.

i once believed in fairy tale love. i didnt know whether for a fact that existed or not, but i thought there was evidence that this existed when you watch movies, or when you see old couples holding hands on the streets. however rare such sights are, at one small naive corner of my heart, i held on to the belief. yet these days, i find that small glimmer of hope of mine, slowly corroding, and harder and harder to hold on to.

the broken myths...

heartbreaks occur everyday...for those whose hearts are aching now, i truly sympathise with you. as the cliche goes, time heal all wounds. treasure the courage you had, even if it was at the spur of the moment, to let go of the internal turmoil. Some people never found it, and only lived with much greater regrets. It is so easy to succumb and lapse back into that comfort zone....

cheer up my dear girl.