Hi 2023
29.12.22
Realised Truth
26.7.22
Ministry | Mystery
17.7.22
For The Love Of Me
15.5.22
sC
Thoughts Overload
12.5.22
Self-Celebration
8.5.22
The Highest Form Of Love
2.5.22
God never fails. Never ever.
For years, I could not understand why my husband does not get the ultimate meaning of love, which is sacrifice. He is always baffle about such grand gesture, in fact, it is the grandest form of gesture as far as loving is concerned. He and I always go head to head about the how's and why's. I admit I demand, I nag him of it. Why not?! I have been doing it since day one, and day in and day out. It has sent me to the abyss of sadness. It has stripped most of my dignity. I have had hit rock-bottom, unfortunately.
Then yesterday has happened. God always has a way of schooling me about my life. It turns out love out of sacrifice is the highest form. It is called Agape. I know that, but I have just found out that I am capable of it, not just God who has sacrificed His son Jesus. The priest has said so, and then I have an epiphany.
I forgive my husband, and I am going to keep forgiving him for not knowing and not doing what such love entails, which I demand of him. I have thought it's just the way it is, if one truly loves another. I forgive him most of all, because I realise I am his first true experience of love; of being loved; of how being loved or to love should be. I could blame it on his childhood, again. Same reason why, after all the arguing, I still choose to forgive him; I still choose to stay with him. It has been wrong of me to ask so much from my husband, beyond his knowledge and capacity.
The child in me has fallen in love with the child in him. I do not want to abandon the child in him, especially he and I have a child together. I would be abandoning two innocent children, have had I not insist for another chance of life.
The funny thing is, my little boy knows more how to express love than his father. And it is okay now, because I have shown him how it is to be loved as love should be truly experienced. My son is so in love with me everyday, so much so, he tells me he wishes to marry me everyday.
It must be nice to be loved by me. My husband is being complacent about it. Like I have said, it is okay now. I get it now. I have son to fill in the gaps, how ever the sizes of them, he knows how to make me whole.
I need to thrive in this life with my husband for our son. He deserves all the love in the world, my love, his dad's love. I need to protect, guide, defend and grow that love in him.
Lotsa love,
sC
Just Right And Enough
25.4.22
I am halfway to tiresome of these self-processing or reflections. It is not I do not get it. I do. I get it. Fully. Truly. Still, I go round and round about it. My only fault is giving all in. Shouldn't be love like that? Apparently, it should not be the case. I contradict myself in fact. I say, everything should be right and enough, and then I go on charity spree. I could not help it. It almost like an addiction. But then again, isn't it unconditional love? Yeah? Right?
Love is so tricky. This so-called limitless love is bound for self-destruction, exactly what happen to me. To love... one should be responsible. Love moderately and adequately instead. Whatever.
I want to stop talking about love and the likes. I am beginning to think why I am still talking about it?Hahahaha! I could just stop, like right now. Full stop. Stopping. Now.
I guess, I have to be brave and be alone again, which is ironic because I am alone most days. I mean, yeah there is my son. There is my husband. By alone means, just me in my mind and in my being. My only responsibility is my own being. No worries or concerns of another, not my son or my husband. Who am I kidding, right? I am figuring constantly how to navigate my situation. Years and counting... LOL! I make sure it is different this year. I make it happen because I have made peace with it. I forgive myself everyday I am short of an effort or even motivation. It is a big first for me. This is right and enough for now.
Stopping entirely,
sC
K-Therapy
23.4.22
I had depression in the past. After a life-altering condition, it magically disappeared. My mental state hit rock-bottom for years. I made a decision, not necessarily bad, that dehumanised me in such unfortunate ways. I knew, though. I knew what love could do to me –– fuck me sideways hundred folds. But hey, I was always a relentless hopeless romantic. I blamed it on my name in some ways.
Did I regret it? Somehow most days in the past. But when I realised that the essence of my life, it was all motherfucking worth it!
Am I still sad now or some days? No. (without a blink). I am happy and thankful everyday, literally. I mean, to live another day is a victory in itself. A celebration of life.
I feel myself again. I am almost 100%. Thanks to Korean TV, such a good therapy. I discover I am not alone. There are actually people out there who turn to watching K-Series to relax, to be motivated, to be happy... in my not-so unique case, to feel love. I know, right? It is a different kind of love. I mean, it is self-love. I am giving myself love. I outsource like I have always said. I mean, it is something without any string of expectation. I watch love. I absorb it. I process it. I convert it. I am all good. It is almost my version of meth. LOL! I get giddy-high, seriously.
The thing is that, I believe I am not good at receiving love, because I demand eventually. I mean, I have standards. Easy as they seem, but deadline-tricky. Fulfilment of the requirements is almost impossible. Only my son knows, and he is five years old. Again, he is me after all.
Anyway, the writings of some K-TV are impeccable, almost Shakespearean. I revel in existentialism and surrealism vis-a-vis expressionism. Although I must admit, the men are gorgeous. I want my son to be like them. Height, looks, manners among others!
But then, I feel like I need to do something else too. I might try tying knots.
Living and loving like a rockstar,
sC