No Regrets, just Love.
We can dance, until we die..
You and I, we’ll be young forever..
(Teenage Dream, K. Perry)
Love does make a person feel young – mind, body and spirit. Some call it hormones, giving us that giddy and exhilarating feeling.
A few days ago, Katy Perry had her concert here in Manila. I didn’t watch, though I am really quite a fan. She and Zooey Deschanel do look a lot like sisters, really good looking and nice music too. Though her songs from her album “teenage dream”seemed like a series of stories from high school and young adulthood experiences, it does pull strings of emotions from girls who can relate.
No, I don’t have that much experiences on love and all that way back (am a late bloomer!) but how I do wish I have some! (F na F lang!) I had been and will always be a hopeless romantic. I always imagine myself to be the girl in movies I have seen while I was growing old.
But my relationship experiences did wasn’t the love that I’ve expected. It was the “complicated,” unhealthy kind of love that almost turned me into a pessimist, a cynic when it came to love. I learned to effectively keep my feelings and allowed only the over-flowing mother’s love that I had for my son. I was like that for a couple of years, I never really knew what I’ve been missing…
I’ve just realized that it is only now that I’m already turning 30-ish and with a 5 year old son, have I felt a little more free to express my feelings of love and affection.
A couple of years back, my friends and people around me thought me a “toughie” for always keeping calm and being able to show emotions. Now I realized, it wasn’t strength that made me keep my feelings to myself – it was fear. I always considered showing of emotions especially Love as a weakness. If you aren’t careful, you’ll only get hurt. (bitter lang eh)
My friends and people who really loved me, were patient in showing me otherwise. They might not realize what they did, but I think I am bolder and braver now when it comes to expressing love and affection to people that I care about. This I realize doesn’t make me or anyone else a “softie,” saying it and expressing it makes me breathe easier, it makes me feel free, happy (giddy actually!) and content.
I grew up not saying “i love you’s” to my parents and siblings, but I became the first to show them I through hugs and kisses. And I’m passing the habit to my son plus the a habit of saying and expressing his feelings to people he liked, at his age, I know he’d still do as we ask, but I hope that he won’t grow out this habit and instead influence others to do the same.
Love, we have a lot of it, I know. We all love in every different way.
I love myself…
I love my son…
I love my family..
I love my friends..
I love my job..
I love writing…
I love exploring, adventures, travel, people, culture, history, food, music, dance.
I love the sights, smells, sounds, taste and feel of everything around me.
I love every experience and challenges that life puts in my way..
I love God and the plans he’s set up for me..
and I love the fact that somebody loves me the way i wanted and needed to.
February, it’s the love month, and maybe I’m having the love bug that’s why I’m writing this post. 🙂