What really matters..........

Saturday afternoon with way too may things to do like read, iron etc..........but I choose to lazy around and let my mind go into over drive.

So i wrote about denial in my last post and sorry to disappoint you, I am not going to write about the next 4 stages in subsequent posts cuz I figured, hey....what's the point. Not sure I really believe that they necessarily follow in that order any way.

Most of you may have heard the Labrinth song featuring Emeli Sande "beneath your beautiful" really lovely song, powerful words that kinda remind me of  how high we can build walls sometimes that it seems an almost impossible task for anyone to climb and reach to the other side. The weirdest part is we carry on like that effortlessly.............I can relate!

People build walls for different reasons. I have a few myself. Every one has a story and a history that has led them to be the way they are so, it is wise for us to first not judge people for being the way they are.

Having said that, some people  tend to use this as an excuse to act out and be selfish and inconsiderate towards others...............they only end up causing people around them more hurt and pain. This usually results in a ripple effect as it gives those that they have hurt reasons to build their own walls as well.

In life we always have a plethora of choices, whatever choices we make, we should consider how it affects the people in and around our lives. While I agree that it is not easy to be in the whatever shoes we individually wear, it is still not fair to stomp all over those who may genuinely care, and have decided to weather "our storm" with us, just because they are easily accessible to us. Remember that they are there by choice.

Let us always learn to appreciate what we have, before time makes us appreciate what we had! Of all the bad things that can happen to us in life, one of such is waking up one day to finally realize what
we have been missing, or the biggest mistake we have made.............only problem is we are too late. Of all the worst kinds of pain, the pangs of regret ranks high up there.