There is no real superman; there is no real hero…
But each person has its own kryptonite. Kryptonite that green stone that took all the strength away from Superman, made all of his extraordinary powers useless. Its the person who will be your weakness the time when you already master the art of being strong, he will drains your powers and weakens like poison till eventually you would die. …no matter how hard you try to escape, it will keeps on haunting you until abruptly you are caught…you cant do anything…indescribable stiffness, unspeakable defencelessness, until you find yourself… declining…totally weak poisoned by your own power..
But who’s gonna be your hero? Your knight with a white horse? The one that will save you from being so helpless? The one that will lift you from falling? The one that will make you happy when you’re sad? The one that will never leave you? The one that can make a ten thousand promises? The one that will never let you go? The one… the one…the one who will complete you…the one that will make you define the real meaning of happiness.. maybe none.. maybe not now… or maybe no one..
maybe there is no real superman at all..
Everybody will dump you or will leave you for some unexplainable reason, you’ll just have to accept the fact that nothing is permanent and that there’s no such thing as forever… people will stay, and will leave you with a stain that cant erase by just any ordinary eraser, time is answer.
But where’s the happiness after a painful break up? After knowing that the one you expect to be your superman and saved you from being lonely would leave you. Happiness seem so far away…Cause when he left me without a word, he left me to pick up one million pieces of my broken glass heart, leaving me to heal my broken heart alone, in sadness and despair..
If you could not find the answer maybe the answer would be acceptance.
We can be happy anytime once we understand, that the only place we will ever find genuine happiness, is right inside us… Happiness begins at the point of acceptance: the point when we stop questioning why life can’t be perfect… and accept the world the way it is.
Loving yourself is not always an easy thing to do simply because we think we are not “good enough” or we don’t “deserve it”. The truth is that everyone deserves a chance of happiness and love.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
There is no real superman; there is no real hero…
Posted by Bilog..malayang pagsusulat! at 7:12 AM
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