In the stillness of the night, I sit by the glowing campfire, Embraced by an endless blanket of warm stars. I lean my head on the moon’s shoulder, And he envelops me gently with his radiance, Shielding me from the encroaching shadows of loneliness.
I stir my dreams in the cauldron of twilight, Each bubble—a wish sent on a moonbeam, Every string of steam—a spiral of hope, For your fleeting gaze to fill the hollows of my heart.
Like a Witch amidst the dancing flames, I fervently invoke the celestial light. Could I cast a spell to attract your affection? No… I can’t… I won’t bewitch your heart… I loathe cursed adoration. I shun false and deceptive masquerades.
Still, Evil sneaks in with his deceits, Haunting me with wicked lures of delusion, Invading my thoughts, polluting my consciousness. At night, when darkness closes my eyes, His demons plunge their claws into my bleeding heart.
Yet, bolted to the sacred stone of pristine sincerity, I tower tall, siding with purest honesty, Inviting blooming, genuine love. I yearn for crimson passion, an ethereal weave, And your heartfelt desire for me—rooted deeply in utter truth.
I nurture a single seed of hope that One day, a flicker of your attention Will find its way to me And ignite sincere feelings for me.
Why is love so elusive? Do the flames’ gentle flickers hold the answer? Their tender whispers enchant me, Soothing my heart as I wait for you. For I cannot erase you from my mind.
The alarm clock screams: It’s 5:00 am! Why must I wake so early again? Eyes half-open, stumble out of bed, Wonderful dreams still buzzing in my head.
Coffee’s brewing, but it feels too slow, I’m up at dawn? That’s a cruel show! I yawn so wide that I could swallow the moon, Who decided to begin a day this soon?!
The world’s still asleep—quiet—missing morning thrill, Getting out of bed is surely against my will. But up I go, and greet the day with a beat, Grateful for this life and all the chaos in it.
I know why you left me, Mom. I didn’t understand it then. How could I? I was so young, a fragile leaf tossed in a hurricane.
I still remember you standing in that dim hallway, determined to leave. I heard the hollow echo as you opened the door, but before it slammed shut, the Beast crept in, filling the emptiness with shadows.
That night, sleep eluded me. I imagined you soaring through the sky, chasing your freedom like a ravenous bird after its prey. Trapped in the darkness, I cried, motionless, a girl clenching her fists. The Beast watched me; its big, fiery eyes piercing the night. I was terrified. But nobody was there to witness my horror.
For years, I begged you to come back, but you never did; and I never tamed the Beast. It lingered, a constant reminder of the void you left behind.
Three decades have passed, and the Beast still remains. I’ve grown used to its presence, accepting that I can’t fight it. I’ve built walls around myself, so tall that only God in Heaven can see the true reflection of me.
But one day, someone will come, and the Beast will be gone. My heart knows it, awaiting the day of liberation.
I’m no longer angry at you. I’ve come to understand your struggle, though I never heard you say plainly, “I love you.” Maybe you never did. You must have had your reasons.
But I can’t carry your pain for you anymore. It crushes me. I need to let it go.
Nevertheless, I love you. I always have. My heart’s been beating with so much love that I can’t feel otherwise. I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy, but it’s time for me to find my own peace.
“Marry the one you love,” said the heart confidently. “If you listen to me, then you will know who and when.” “No,” said the brain. “Your heart is deceitful. Marry the person that is right for you.” “How do you know who is right?” I asked. “The right man is a good man. He treats you well and will take care of you. You will have a good life with him,” assured the brain. “But what about love?” I asked the brain. “Love is an abstract concept, undefined,” answered the brain. “It can be learned through years of mutual respect and understanding. This path provides stability and security, which are essential for a long-lasting relationship.” “What about passion, the intense feelings that make my heart race, and the sensuality that brings us closer?” I asked curiously. “Do what’s right for you. Feelings are deceptive,” reassured the brain. “Passion and sensuality can fade, but mutual respect and understanding grow stronger over time.” “How do I know what’s right and what’s deceptive?” I asked, confused. The brain did not answer.
“Let me ask my guts,” I said, seeking clarity. “Marry the one you love, my dear,” said Guts. “You can’t learn love; you have to feel it. If you follow my guidance, you’ll know deep inside it’s not deceptive. Following your heart brings happiness, joy, and deep emotional fulfillment, making life more meaningful.” “Guts, but what if he doesn’t love me?” “There is nothing you can do about his feelings,” Guts said gently. “If you love him but he doesn’t love you back, it will break your heart. Are you ready to take this risk, my dear?” So I asked my heart, “Are you ready to be broken?” but my heart remained silent. Then I asked my brain, “Can a life without love still be happy?” but my brain gave no response. “I don’t know what to do!” I cried in despair.
Then Guts continued, “If you listen to your brain, it’s a wise decision, but your heart will be empty. Stability and security come with this choice, but you might feel unfulfilled. If you listen to your heart, then you might get hurt. Love and passion bring joy but also vulnerability. But if you go with what I tell you, you’ll find a balance between emotion and logic, guiding you towards what feels fundamentally right.” Guts went on to say, “Listen to your heart’s calling. Consulting your brain means marrying for reasons other than love. Ultimately, the decision is yours. Trust your intuition to balance both perspectives.”
I did not follow my guts. Now, I find myself at a crossroads, wondering if the path I chose was truly the one meant for me. The puzzle of love, logic, and instinct continues to shape my journey, a riddle we all face regardless of gender. We make mistakes, our choices sometimes lead to heartbreak, or things turn out differently than we expected. Yet, we search and follow love again. These internal battles and the lessons we learn from them make us more empathetic and wise. Ultimately, if you choose logic, you may find yourself longing for love, as I am now. When children come into the picture, it can be difficult to turn things around, but these experiences further enrich our understanding and meaning of love.
I can no longer stay, For my heart’s simplest needs— A touch, or warm affection— Are blighted by your frigid indifference.
Like a leaf wilting in the frost, I am filled with despair, Lost in the shadow of your frivolous desires.
In this house, I’m invisible, A ghost imprisoned within these walls, My voice echoes in silence, unheard.
I only serve— But the slightest hint of love and affection is elusive and distant for years.
Yet my heart still beats faintly, Nurturing a fragile seed of hope For someone, A flickering ember in the dark, A touch to reignite its fire, A whisper to breathe life into its purpose, And fulfill its deepest yearning.
Imagine this: you’re at a cozy coffee shop, exchanging glances with an intriguing stranger. There is something about her—the way she smiles into her book or holds her mug— that quickens your pulse. Tempted to approach, you hesitate… There is one burning question holding you back: is she available?
Not long ago, a guy in a gym approached me with an intrusive yet direct question: “So, are you single?” Although I admired his boldness, I must admit that given our previously limited interaction, the abrupt bluntness of his question caught me off guard. At the same time, it made me wonder, “Could there have been a better, perhaps more accurate, way to approach this?” Indeed, there might be a more nuanced strategy worth considering. So, how should one investigate a girl’s relationship status in a respectful manner? Let’s delve into that.
First and foremost, asking such a personal question directly signals your interest in her. Is that truly your intention? While showing interest is perfectly fine, it’s often better to establish some level of acquaintance first. Avoid diving into personal questions too quickly; if she finds you approachable or attractive, you already have an advantage. She will be more likely to engage openly in conversation. However, if she perceives you as unappealing, if she’s shy, or simply lost in her thoughts—as I often am—a subtler approach is advisable. Start by establishing a basic connection; exchange a few sentences to ensure she doesn’t feel threatened or intimidated. If you immediately start with personal inquiries, she might think you are only after one thing. If a more meaningful relationship is what you’re after, taking the time to get to know each other—even through a brief conversation—can naturally lead to discovering shared interests and, perhaps, whether she is interested in you too.
Next, don’t assume she will truthfully answer your questions just because you asked sincerely—it’s always a gamble. Even if she is unattached, she might dodge the “are you single” question to maintain boundaries and, sadly, get rid of you! Don’t cut yourself off prematurely. Engage in a little chat, listen attentively, and observe subtle cues. Some women may casually mention their relationship status during discussions. Others like to boast about their boyfriends, signaling disinterest in other guys. Be attentive, and you might glean valuable insights about her life and preferences. Also, be cautious and don’t overwhelm her with too many personal questions. I hate that! It’s so invasive! I believe most girls would agree with me, so it’s wise to limit yourself to one or two questions per encounter.
Another scenario to consider: What if she’s in a “crappy” relationship? What if her saying, “I am not single,” doesn’t tell the whole story? She might be somewhat “tied” to someone but physically and emotionally disconnected, perhaps awaiting a way out. In that case, you, dear reader, might unwittingly become her ticket out! But be careful; you could end up being just a “rebound guy.”
Men often step back when they discover a woman is taken. I find it classy and respectful. However, let’s not assume all relationships are strong and fulfilling. Many women find themselves in relationships that aren’t harmful but are far from healthy or ideal so, it’s not always urgent to leave. See what I mean? It’s impossible to break something that’s already broken. Rather than disrupting, you could play a constructive role in a relationship that’s already unstable or dysfunctional.
Ultimately, if your feelings for a girl are genuine, why not pursue them? If your heart or gut, tells you there is something there, then why not explore it further? It may be worth the risk. Stop anticipating and chewing on your fingernails. Make a move! Girls appreciate confidence in a partner! I, for one, value assertiveness and support. Don’t give up too easily; let her get to know you. Show her your authentic self over time, and allow the connection to develop naturally. Don’t be embarrassed to show your vulnerability—it isn’t weakness; it’s a sign of humanity. Girls like to feel needed too, so let us take care of you. Let her see that you’re willing to invest in something meaningful.
I believe that a strong and healthy relationship can withstand any challenges. If a girl (or a guy for that matter) is truly committed, nothing can break that bond.
But, what if she is absolutely not interested? Then you thank her for her time and move on. Remember, you do not know her feelings and intentions until she clearly and unequivocally communicates them to you. Don’t make incorrect assumptions. Nonetheless, if she says “no,” you will still live, and you will be just fine.
In summary, if you feel compelled to ask about relationship status, do so with tact and respect for her boundaries. Rather than a blunt “Are you single?” consider a more delicate approach. You could express interest in getting to know her better and ask if she’s open to meeting up sometime. This approach not only allows for a more natural progression of the conversation but also demonstrates your genuine interest in her as a person, regardless of her relationship status.
Returning to my story, can you guess how I responded to the guy? If you get it right, I’ll buy you a coffee! 😉
Children are like vast parachutes, Tethered to a mother’s back. They tug with mighty force, Holding her back, Preventing her from chasing her dreams.
It’s disheartening to watch others— Fulfilling dreams, Finding success— While we, as mothers, Remain stagnant, Silent. Our hearts screaming within, Ripping to break free.
Despite the relentless pullbacks, Keep moving forward— Step by steady step, No matter how slow the climb.
One day, the winds will shift. The parachute will sway, Its once-heavy weight Will become your wings, Lifting you forward, upward— Like a tornado claiming the sky.
You’ll soar higher than ever before, Grasping dreams you once thought lost.
So don’t surrender. Stay focused. Let resistance guide your rise.
Have you ever come across the saying, “Pretty girls have it easier in life”?
Pretty girls seem to breeze through life, dodging traffic tickets, catching the eyes of admirers, and effortlessly securing drinks at bars. But what about the flip side? The not-so-pretty girls face a different reality. They become targets for bullies, often finding themselves disliked or disregarded. Their situation worsens if they wear glasses, opt for no makeup, or dress in unstylish clothes. Some of them shrink into themselves in the presence of pretty girls, feeling intimidated and staying quiet, hoping to blend into the background, unnoticed.
However, there’s another stereotype lurking in the shadows: the notion that pretty girls lack brains. With this stereotype, pretty girls are unfairly deemed as shallow or unintelligent. If they have blonde hair, the stereotype exacerbates, branding them as brain-dead. At work, pretty girls find themselves constantly scrutinized, as if everyone expects them to slip up. The tiniest flaw is magnified, seized upon as an opportunity to label them.
Yet, if you want a date then ask “that pretty girl.” In this scenario, going out with an attractive girl scores big. Also, Instagram favors pretty girls over intellectuals; girls in bikinis (or nude) tend to have way more followers than accomplished female scientists.
Therefore, which girl has more opportunities? Who has a better chance to meet Mr. Right? Who has it easier?
As I see it, the average person has the sweet spot. A girl must not be too pretty or too ugly because being very pretty intimidates while being too ugly repels. If you fall on either side of these extremes, you are likely – screwed!
Similarly, who has it better in school settings: the genius or the struggling student? Exceptionally smart kids and kids who struggle don’t blend in with others, and both are ideal targets for bullies because they are either too smart or not smart enough to fit in. Indeed, no matter where you are, how you look, or what industry or environment you find yourself in… the average person will fit in best because they do not “stick out.” If you are better than others in any category, you are likely discriminated against because of your exceptional abilities. This hatred is motivated by jealousy and fear. If you, however, fall behind others, then you are considered inept, unsuitable, and incompatible.
To thrive in today’s society, one cannot stand out in any category. If one falls on either side of the spectrum, whatever it is (smart or not, rich or poor, talented or not, hardworking or lazy, etc.), then he or she will face injustice.
Finally, would you rather be fit or fat? Who has it easier in life? Boy, I can tell you that I have seen it all! Ultimately, it boils down to feeling comfortable in your own skin, whether that means being fit or not. However, as a fitness advocate, I should encourage people to get fit. Stay on the fitter side but without falling into the extreme end of fitness, and here is why. The fitter I get, the fewer people talk to me in a gym. Fitter = less approachable. Perhaps, intimidation factors in? It sure can be difficult to make friends in a gym. Talking may be mistakenly perceived as “hitting” on others. It’s a fine line to walk, especially for single individuals who actually want to meet someone. On the other hand, having fewer acquaintances in a gym means less socializing and, therefore, less distraction and more time to work out. Bottomline: if you choose to get fit, or have a specific objective in mind, then surround yourself with people who support you and your goals.
So, the question lingers: who do you think has it easier in life? Pretty or ugly, or fit or fat?
I like to soak my feet in warm sand, But I miss the soft grass.
I like the sun’s passionate kisses on my skin in the summer, But I miss the rain.
I like to climb steep mountains, But I miss biking on smooth rustic roads.
I’m mesmerized by a spellbound ocean, But I miss the lake.
I yearn for feathery snow and frosty flowers on a Christmas morning window, But I dislike the cold.
I miss the scent of pines, rustling leaves, symphonies of the birds, and glowing campfires, But I do not miss the fucking mosquitoes! These vicious, blood-sucking creatures kill all the fun, yet make it unforgettable!
I miss home… But where is home?
Home is where my heart beats in sync with yours, In the whispers of the wind, I seek your name.
Wolverine Lily 