Writing Emotionally

Love may be the most awesome experience in life yet it may took you by surprise in many things. Once upon a time I was younger, full of love and just starting to pull myself out of my shell. And yes, I found love and I was loved. The relationship was good but tight... too tight that it burns and bores me in time. We broke up and I moved on easily. I tried to pull myself out a little bit more and searched for another love...a different kind this time. And yes, I found someone but it wasn’t for love. It was for adventure...how is it like to be with someone like this -cool, confident, cocky with a bad boy image.

It’s the choices we make consciously or unconsciously! There are many things that causes us to break down. There are many unmet expectations, broken promises, unsuccessful relationships, disoriented goals and unanswered prayers that makes us feel miserable. But when we only look closer and deeper within our very soul, we realize that we are the one responsible of what we are feeling today, whether good or bad, happy or sad. It’s the choices we make consciously or unconsciously.

Here's a Relatable Poem about our Choices in Life . I walk down the street. There is a hole. I don't see it. I fall in. It isn't my fault. It takes a very long time to get out. I walk down the same street. There is still a deep hole. I pretend not to see it. I fall in. I pretend it's still not my fault. It takes a long time to get out. I walk down the same street. There is still the same deep hole. I see it. I fall in anyway. It's a habit. I get out quicker this time. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole. I see it. I walk around it. I don't fall in. I walk down a different street. -- Portia Nelson

This poem has a beautiful message for everyone who struggle to be someone else rather than be their selves. It's a relatable message to all of us who sometimes in our life got lost and confused while trying to find and pull out its self from this world. We have choices in life on how we want to live it. Fighting to be noticed, comes struggling through, Making fun of himself, Just to make them laugh. A class clown, begging to be found, he charges forward, and never looks back. Realizing finally that, life isn't the way he wants it, The stranger decides to live, without any more fear. He adopts a new saying, his new philosophy on life, live life like you want it, not the way that is wanted. Willing to be heard, is a worry no more, because this future soldier, will soon be known. Not as an individual, but that stranger, that lonely class clown, who gave his life to protect our rights. The freedom to chose, to live like we want, to appose the norm,...