Love As A Concept V.2.0.0.8

Sometime I stare into the horizon wondering what love really is?

This question nags me from time to time; and never had a finite answer for such a trivial, yet profound, word. But to answer my own question, maybe I can say, think... no! I feel instead.

I lost love a couple of times in the past, found, and lost again, then found anew. This cycle never ends. I got hurt, yet I crave for more. I get so easily attached too! Emotions form as quick as dew in the morning mist. But is it really love? There is no way to tell really.

I love to love, and love to be loved. But do I really know what Love really means?

Do I really understand its meaning?

Do I really understand its will?

Do I comprehend its teachings?

Do i live with its sermons? Only time can tell really.

For me, I will still continue to love; I might get hurt, but I will brush it of off like scars on skin, yet it lingers like a dagger twisting inside me. But i still love.

There goes that word again..... Will I, or we, never hear the end of it.... or will we?
again... only time can tell....

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I posted this on my Friendster blog last year, and I thought to revive it with some editions (major ones. Man, did I even write this thing..... sheeesh... things change I suppose). Honestly, I was unattached when I wrote this one while thinking about my past relationships -- the good times and the bad are just lingering memories now. NEVER to return, and I desire for it not to.

I'm quite happy with the love of my life, my beloved baby boo; and reading what I wrote before posting this made me realize one thing: I am in love, and it was worth the wait.

Life of a Workaholic Lover

I've been working my butts off for a couple of months now; and honestly, I'm happy.

Ever since I started this Job around mid-August last year, I've been continuously pushing myself to improve in this line of work. Well, if you're really that curious, I'm a content writer.

Being one isn't really all that bad. The pay is very good, and I have flexible working hours. I work at my own convenience (if you ever call having a deadline convenient), with no pesky supervisors keeping watch all the time, except for mom. Honestly though, Why am I writing this down anyway?

I'm bored, and taking some time off before I go back to grinding today's load.

Not everything about this job is perfect though. Sometimes it gets me into trouble with my lover. There were numerous argument about me spending overly too much time with my work and less with him. It even went to the point that he almost decided to stop seeing me entirely.

Another problem is when the client is dissatisfied with the articles I make for them. Some returns for rewrites, while some..... too bloody to tell. T_T

This made me realize something else too, I am turning into a workaholic. all work and no play is definitely wearing me out. But I haven't improved this much in years. I've learned how to manage my work time, fun time, love time (wohoo), and sleep time (not getting much of this one, trust me). With the careful guidance of my boss (yes, I do have a boss), I noticed that my writing skills improve with every article I make. When your mistakes are being pointed out in numbers, you can't help but improve. hahahahahaha

Anyway, I'll stop here for now. I'll fill this up with some juicy tidbits (if I ever come up with any) later on. Ciao.

DaddyBoo