LOVE

Love is a word that is often misused by people. There are many interpretations for this word. Recently, I had a dream regarding this topic on love. Yes, I agree that it feels good to be loved. But I feel that love with the opposite gender will make you feel euphoric one moment and the next moment, you’re deep in the pits. I consider that it’s a similar case as a person who has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Ughhh.

My friends who are attached always encourage me to never get attach. I feel that it’s quite hilarious whenever they tell me that, since it is quite ironic. Anyways, I managed to convince myself that I will never be able to find a partner. I will probably bore the person to death. Plus, being together with someone requires a person to change. People who are usually merry and cheerful will have a frown plastered on their face whenever they’re in a dilemma of falling in love.

There’s another kind of love I’ve discovered, the love to give without expecting any returns. During this semester holidays, I’ve been quite free. Usually whenever I have the long term breaks, I would work part-time jobs so that my mom will be pleased. But this time, I got fired hence I went to do community service to fill the free slots in my schedule. On Mondays, I will go to the Institute of Mental Health to help the patients in their art and craft. This coming Thursday, I will help helping the kindergarten kids. I find this type of love more meaningful than the first.

Last but not least, there is a love that I long to be taken deeper. But yet, I find that there is no longer the desire and passion to chase after Him (my God, my Saviour). I know I’ve disappointed God many times. But yet, He still remembers that I’m His daughter, that I’m still a child of God. I yearn to repay His love…but yet in my heart, the zeal is no longer there.

Cheezelmomeezel,
Cereal Thiang