Thursday, November 28, 2013

The midnight trains and cars

"Every once in a while people step up, they rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you, and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes, it can push you pretty hard but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, and if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back."

- Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill

I think it’s therapeutic to write under stress, or pressure (for the lack of a better word). It seemed like this would be the avenue that I’d seek hide-out in more than my every day musings, disregarding projects and what-not; not as though studying for exams are tougher than meeting project collaboration deadlines, they honestly aren’t and I’d take the latter anytime. It fills me with anxiety especially when liberation draws near. And nearer. 

It’s true, how when you love someone they are whom you already ought to know. But not all the time. Each individual being would have something that they’d keep for themselves, either to protect or for selfish measures. We’d hold back some of our inner feelings, afraid to hurt the people we love, or attempts to express the acts differently and maybe, trigger an undesired outcome. Think about the struggles and resistance we fought hard enough within our mind, and the demons within us; nights that we’ve failed to pull-through with bravery, and have thus enslaved in captivity. Our visual perceptions are less than repaired, and every day moved on with the arrival of the next, until one night, we’ve decided to be brutally honest with our words and then, revelation. You then truly understand. 

Relationships need communication. And it’s something that we all have to learn, albeit a hard way. Without constant communication, there would be a need for constant guesses, trial and error, and imperfections. Inhibited feelings, chained in a cold hard cell; no more joyous occasions, no more cloaks of happiness, only whelms of desperation and despair. 

But we took off that veil that night amongst our conversations, spilling bare truths all over the floor that shattered with every impact. They were gone, and buried. No more abandonment. Just tear-jerking moments that made us who we are, who we were, and who we will be. 

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