The Funky One

 We hear a lot of cliches that depicts about friendships. That it is not about the quantity but the quality of friends you've got. That it doesn't matter if you've got just one or two, as long as they're real then you're good.

Sure a lot of people will say - "oh I know that already!".

But I think, these cliches will only (really) hit you when you hit the middle life. When everything is almost settled and you choose peace over pride.

And over the years, I have but a few genuine friends of my own. A handful, not much, but real treasures. And I've got that one friend who is definitely my emergency hotline. The one who I call on to even in my most shameful darkest situation.

And I thank God for having such a friend.

I am writing this because I want to remind everyone that even the strongest man needs a friend.

That even the strongest man could break into anxiety in a world where everyday is a battle.

That even the strongest man could be on his way to depression.

And if you have, even just one friend whom you can confide all your anxieties, your darkest visions, and shameful fears... Then let it out. 

The world is already dark, don't let it darken your soul.

I am writing this because I want to be more vocal and brave to talk about anxiety and depression. 

That this mental sickness needs medical attention, but it also needs support from families and friends.

That it is ok to open it up to your friend.

It is ok and it is not something to be ashamed of.

We have to let the darkness out so we can see the light.

And it doesn't matter if I've got just ten or a thousand readers out there. 

Who knows who will accidentally stumble to my blog and read it.

Who knows if that one person is going through with something.

And if this will be able to help him/her be comfortable in his/her own skin to open it up to a friend... If this will help that one person to overcome the fear of stigma and be able to ask for help, then, it may not be the whole world I am saving, but definitely there is one life.

And all lives matter.

#MentalHealthAwareness

Philocalist

Literally a Golden sunset...

 

All roads lead to you.

The cross, the long, the winding, the bend,

Even the crooked and the broken,

All the same in the end.

 

I was broken by someone else's story...

And it maimed me all too well.

 

It was rare...

I was there...

I remember it... 🎵🎶
 

And there you go again...

Making me broken with someone else's story.

Hurting me with someone else's heartbreak.

Making me go through someone else's pain.

Making me forget to remember that it wasn't even mine to begin with.

All for the sake of making me believe again...

Whenever I lose the art in every beauty.

 

It's the Red Season

 

The truth is...

While some people would rather idle around and just wait for the  government's financial support to come along during this time of quarantine and pandemic, there are those who can afford all the luxury in life but still choose to be productive enough.

You guys! Just look at Taylor Swift, she dropped 2 albums and re-recorded another 2 albums during these times.

And I don't know about you!

#Red album TS version out now 😊

 

Ed, She Ran

Did you know why

She left you with little white lies?

Did you know who was the first to cry?

I tell you now, I tell you why.

Ed, she ran away

Because she's scared to stay.

Ed, she ran away

But you didn't chase her way.

Ed, she ran away

Crying.

She's not ready to dare

When you were.

But when she gained her courage

You're no longer there.

Ed, she ran away

Because you're scared to stay.

Ed, she ran away

And she didn't chase your way.

Ed, she ran away

Crying.

Now you know why

She left with little white lies.

All the should and could have been's

I tell you now what it all means.

Ed, she ran away

And you're the price she has to pay.

Ed, she ran away

And you're left haunted everyday.

Ed, she ran away...

She ran away...

She ran away...

Footnotes:

I wrote the rough draft of "Ed, She Ran" while inside the cab on my way home. I was listening to the music of Ed Sheeran and suddenly realized that his name could actually have a story. 

So my mind started to imagine fictional characters and scenes about a man and a woman who both loved each other but circumstances did not let them confide their feelings for each other. So both remained clueless about the feelings of one another.

Until they went on their separate ways.

The boy is haunted with what if's...

And the girl pays the price of the should and could have been's.

 

I remember the way you stare

Like I was a fragile china ware.

But somethings are still functional even when broken.

And some are whole but totally damaged.

Know the difference.

 

I could have spilled the tea....

But I chose to hold my cup steadfastly.

Sometimes, it is a noble act of one's integrity

To save someone's reputation.

Sometimes we choose silence...

Because it is a decent act of kindness.

 

Work Daze

 On a gloomy Tuesday morning...

We could always pair the weather

With music...

And Coffee.