go.

“they say if you love something let it go, if it comes back it’s yours, that’s how you know”

Hello Jello.

Now, aren’t I rajin? Hmm.. Probably I have finally found the correct words to pen down. Thank God for good friends who are the “blogs” we run to when we just can’t write anything, not even virtually.

The quote above? Has a lot to do with everything that is going on in my life. Uh-huh.

Sometimes, we forget that what works for us, doesn’t always work for others and what may not work for us, might just be the thing that makes them happy. I don’t know how else I’m going to say this without being cryptic about it. But this is the best I can do.

Point is, we’re all different and for a while, it totally blanked out of my mind. I wanted to put everything and everyone I love into a bubble and a vacuum so that they may never have to fall and get hurt. For a while, I felt like I had the burden of the whole world on my shoulders – a responsibility to make sure that each and every one of them are protected from all possible evil.

But how is that even possible? Even the statement above rings of impossibility.

And then, when it hits you right back in the face; when someone tries to put you in a bubble and tries to make sure you don’t fall or at least don’t feel any pain when you fall, it totally hits you back. It hits you that what you have been doing, no matter how noble your intentions might not be the right thing to do and that sometimes, you just have to let go.

Because other people, just like you, have the capability to make their own judgments and decisions. Whether correctly so, or not, is a separate matter altogether, of course. So, I have decided to take it slow. Because I know that sometimes, for someone to grow, we just have to let them go.

I always get cash payments for the things I do. Get it? It almost always boomerangs back to me, right in my face and for that, I am eternally grateful. For the constant and instant reminders. It helps keep my feet planted on the ground.

I hope I have been forgiven. You know who you are.
 
But the fact remains that I don't really want to know much. My maternal instincts have kicked in real bad and I still don't want to know what's going on for fear that I have the urge to put my fist in someone's face. See? I really can't help it lah, adui.

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