I had an emotional breakdown. I ranted all my pains, insecurities, weaknesses, problems, faith and everything to my High School friend, Mikael Enriquez. I did make the right choice by saying all those shits to him. I realized a lot of things and thanks to him, I might be the old but improved Patty again. He left me with this poem: Scarred People Are Beautiful.
I’ve been hurt, Lord.
I have trusted and been betrayed at times.
I have loved and received nothing in return.
I have tried hard to care and failed often.
I have shared my secrets and, heard them whispered to others.
I have been warm and received a cold shoulder.
I have been through it, Lord.
I’ve fallen on my face.
I’ve banged my shins.
I’ve been bruised.
Look, Lord, I’m all covered with scars!
The Lord Speaks:
Maybe you haven’t understood enough.
Maybe you haven’t learned that human life is like that.
All saints are scarred.
Young love isn’t the highest form of human love.
The greatest love comes from scarred people.
I know that many people stop loving so they won’t be hurt again.
But those people who do start over again, who continue in spite of all,
who leave themselves open to the possibility of being hurt again —
These people are able to love again in a deeper way, a more understanding way, a richer way.
I think I know what you mean, Lord.
I’ve met people like that and knowing them gives me courage.
The great people are those who continue to love with their scars.
I like scarred people, Lord.
They are beautiful.”
Thank you my dear friend. Really. Thank you.
BROKEN-HEARTED ka pa din.
Haha. For some reason, I feel so lonely this day but then these people made it extra special. I love them ;)
Lagi na lang akong wala.:((( Sobrang sad.:|
And I am perfectly fine with that. I know that I have met a great many people who have not liked my ‘flavor.’
Because some people like blueberry tea, and others like chai. Some people like to sit down at the end of the day and enjoy a nice, big cup of chamomile, while others…
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