Desperation

Desperation. Sometimes it’s too much to handle and so one can be very clever in applying it. Being desperate requires so much that it brings out the brilliance in an individual. You breathe it. You dream about it. You make it so tangible. 

However, desperation has its downsides. Instead of brilliance, it brings out stupidity evident in poorly executed plans. I was once desperate. I wanted to get back with a person who I later realized to be “the person” who valued me. But then of course, things change. I wasn’t much valuable for him as before when I finally had that realization. Too late. But I made sure that it wasn’t late to undo things and to realize that what we shared has ended and that we cannot have it back. It was either I’ll stay where I was, sad and regretful, or understand that going about our separate lives was the best for us.

Why am I on another cliche?  It’s because I believe that we all can get over failures and regrets. We may have different ways to cope with them, yet still we overcome. 

Recently, I came across an act of desperation. This person may hate me for using this term. Well it’s as if she doesn’t hate me from years ago until today. I understand why she does and I don’t blame her. But when girls start being girls and start being manipulative of how events took place as if authoring the story and changing its plot, I couldn’t help to waste my time on giving a good dose of wicked laughter about it. And then, I go back to not caring. 

So this so called act of desperation was a good one. I wouldn’t call it brilliant otherwise that is beyond the superlative of good. It was such a common move just as common as the words “good” and “nice” which are fondly used by common people.  I’d like to specify the act so that you’ll understand, but I’ve already given her too much credit. 

Rather, I’d like to make a point by being general. 

1.) ACCEPT IT. Accept that oftentimes we cannot undo what we did. 

2.) ACCEPT IT. Accept that it’s never fair to get back to the person who wronged you, or even get back in the same manner that we were wronged. That’s just so twisted and sick. 

3.) ACCEPT IT. Accept that playing over the plot so as to change the story and characters, do not make our name fragrant as we want it. When we do a mistake, we do a mistake. It isn’t so wrong to make a mistake. So do not go ahead trying to right your mistakes by interchanging protagonists and antagonists. A great story doesn’t categorize characters. No one is solely a protagonist for a protagonist is fictional.

4.) ACCEPT IT. Accept  that who we were to others isn’t always going to save us. We may have been highly valuable to them at one point, but it doesn’t mean we can demand the same treatment that used to come with our worth. 

5.) ACCEPT IT. Accept that the love we lost is truly lost. 

So miss, if you would please put your wits together, we could all live in peace. Who you think you “are” is who you “were”. Do not think that what you used to be can be who you are. 

Desperation. You either have to drop it or pursue it. Choose the latter and it’ll bring you chaos. 

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About foursees

This amateur writer/blogger is a journalist, one who writes and believes in the power of entries to diaries/journal and one who wrote once for a university’s student pub (-lication) in her glory days. She claims to be a connoisseur in being a couch potato. Her laptop and handheld phone are her closest and immediate friends. Despite her very crowded social/technical circle, she is fortunately not single. Not that she’s fooled herself that whoever comes this way and read her words would woe her, but that she’s ecstatic to declare that the world’s genuinely generous to pair her up with another couch potato. Maybe they’ll create more couch potatoes to rule and dominate this world one day. We never will know. Before, her Facebook page was her oyster. Before that, the world used to be. At the moment, she’s realized that one doesn’t stay too long in one thing and one place. As she hops from oyster to another, she believes that writing is her solidified sand, her pearl. She may not be a pro at it but it held her in one piece. And so she says to one and all, cheers to blogging! Cheers to patching wounds! Cheers to several meaninglessness and nothingness of life! Cheers to awfully crappy days! Cheers to love, to distant love! Cheers to ranting! Cheers to happiness! -foursees
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