come and go,
it is the fragile blossom
that opens in the snow.
Every moment of hope
is like a bubble blown,
it is as fragile as the heart
but at the very same time as beautiful as life can be.
I guess in life,
we have to make the better out of everything small.
I've learnt that things don't wait for you to happen
and love doesn't always come to you.
You search for them.
You're suppose to discover them.
Hiding is escaping
and running away
is never the best solution.
We all yearn for love and long to be
in close relationships with others.
Yet it is extraordinarily difficult to achieve this.
Whilst our relationships can be the source of great fulfillment for us,
they are often the cause of our greatest pain and sorrow.
I want to live life with every breathe taken as if they were my last one,
even if love is not returned always,
it doesn't matter.
Because what matters most is if that the love that you give to others is right from the heart.
If it is and people are happy receiving it,
i guess i should be happy too.
I know i cannot please everyone,
but at least i tried.
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