"who?"
"MY MOM."
Hearing that as a child myself really did sting me a little. Considering the fact I said far worse things as such when I was 8 onwards and am trying not to do so anymore but instead more of a "I love you." now. After getting rid of that "boulder" I realised how much it would have hurt if my FUTURE daughter ever did say that... It made me think, its so easy to curse and swear and at that point meant it. We surrender to anger why is it so hard to give in to even a little bit of love? We can say it so freely to a guy/girl or even a friend but not the person who loves us inside, out, overall, our wrongs, our mistakes, our tears but instead say these words that are slowly losing its meaning to someone who only knows what you decide to show, reveal and keep those broken bits of you behind because you know that they tend to leave you once they see that ugly bit. I realised I was then blinded with limited love last time and how much I have hurt my mom. Saying things like... rather not, thinking back of it hurts too.
Love, colourful, mysterious and an undefined art that speaks with warmth and joy that makes oceans dance in the wind, thunders clapping with glee, the sun shine right into the most sensitive spot, our soul's beating heart that rains with beauty that flowers giggle with joy. Why oh why, do we humans distort such a beautiful thing? Ungratefulness. Given by the one who first loved us a gift to hold. Abuse it don't ya? Then you ask, "why is there sufferings in this world?" A blinded world.
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