dare to dream.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Not good enough

How long must you endure
The insults of your inner demons?
How long must you entertain
These thoughts of being not good enough?
When there's no one person in this world who can truly be good enough.

There's no such thing as a perfect being.
Sure, she may have an awesome body, one to die for.
And yes, she may be beautiful; but how long can beauty last?
At the end of the day, we all go back to our Maker, back to the place where we came from anyways.
When that time comes, what would you like to be remembered for?
For being the most beautiful woman on earth?
Is there any true value in that at all?

Who's to say you're not beautiful?
At what grounds is your body not already perfect as it is?
Why must we conform to societal's perception of "beautiful"?
So much so that we harm ourselves - physically and emotionally - in the pursuit of perfection?
Why do we subject ourselves to such unnecessary torture?

Think about it. Is it really WORTH IT after all?

I dare you to step out, be different.
To make a change, you must be the change.
For our generation and all other generations to come.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

all the broken pieces.

We talked on the phone today. It felt somewhat weird, in both a nice and not so nice way. A part of me wants our relationship to go back to where it was before we had that talk, before you said the things that you said; but another part of me is still hurt by the things that you said so much so that I don't know how to interact with you without replaying the scene. Just so you know, we had that talk on my brother's birthday.

I admit that I make mistakes all the freaking time and I do things that you frown upon, but it's me, and you've got to understand that we were brought up differently, from different families, with different backgrounds. Life was both easy and hard on me. These mistakes that I make (and I will make), I learn from them and that's how I grow up. I'm proud of my mistakes, and all the silly things that I do. I enjoy being loud, being emotional and overexcited. I love the waves of emotions that I feel. I love the fact that when I'm happy, I am really happy and the world smiles along with me. I love the fact that music is such a big part of my life that when I listen to a happy song, I feel happy; when a love song plays, I think about you and how I want to dance along to the song with you.

YOU. YOU. YOU. I'm always thinking about you. How you are so sure about what you want; the way you always have others' best interest in mind; your sincerity; the way you used to hold me and the way you kiss me. You've got the potential to become someone great, someone influential; a person who can change the world. I am proud of you, of the person that you're slowly becoming and I hope that someday, you would be able to see me as the person that I am and be proud of me too.

On sleepless roads, the sleepless go. May angels lead you in.

There are things that you do that I don't exactly appreciate as well. I dislike how you always leave me hanging on Whatsapp. I understand if it happens once in awhile but you ditch me almost everyday. It sucks to sit by the phone and wait for your response. I find myself pondering on this one question: "What does this relationship mean to you?" If it's that important to you then show it. There's no point telling me that I mean a lot to you when you don't act it out. I know it's hard but I need to feel loved. I can't always be the one hugging you, the one who makes the first move. I guess I'm just too tired to do so anymore.

You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart.

I hope you read this and not get things the wrong way. I am begging for honesty; stop hiding things from me and just tell it as it is. I am not a little girl, I do not need things to be sugarcoated. I love you, and I know where I stand in this relationship. The question now is, do you?

I let it fall, my heart. And as it fell, you rose to claim it.

Forever and always,
Zoe

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Sometimes, the things that a person says cuts so deep that the wound it creates can never heal. You'll feel better - that's for sure - but the words would always come back to haunt you.

In such a situation, you doubt yourself. Is this really worth fighting for after all?

I've never been so broken before, but I'm slowly trying to find my own self worth and moving on from all these. Something within me just keeps telling me to hold on, go Zoe, you can do this. You can only emerge even stronger than ever. Trust yourself, trust him.

Some days I would be able to find reasons not to try any more but other days I just feel so encouraged to hold on to you, to us, to everything that we had and now have. Little by little, I am beginning to find pieces of myself that I never realized was there, to find the strength within to move past all the sadness and into a realm where everything is all right.

This soon will pass. I know it will.

- Zoe


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How long must you entertain These thoughts of being not good enough? When there's no one person in this world who can truly be good enough. There's no such thing as a perfect being. Sure, she may have an awesome body, one to die for. And yes, she may be beautiful; but how long can beauty last? At the end of the day, we all go back to our Maker, back to the place where we came from anyways. When that time comes, what would you like to be remembered for? For being the most beautiful woman on earth? Is there any true value in that at all? Who's to say you're not beautiful? At what grounds is your body not already perfect as it is? Why must we conform to societal's perception of "beautiful"? So much so that we harm ourselves - physically and emotionally - in the pursuit of perfection? Why do we subject ourselves to such unnecessary torture? Think about it. Is it really WORTH IT after all? I dare you to step out, be different. To make a change, you must be the change. For our generation and all other generations to come. 2:47 PM · Thursday, July 19, 2012 all the broken pieces. We talked on the phone today. It felt somewhat weird, in both a nice and not so nice way. A part of me wants our relationship to go back to where it was before we had that talk, before you said the things that you said; but another part of me is still hurt by the things that you said so much so that I don't know how to interact with you without replaying the scene. Just so you know, we had that talk on my brother's birthday. I admit that I make mistakes all the freaking time and I do things that you frown upon, but it's me, and you've got to understand that we were brought up differently, from different families, with different backgrounds. Life was both easy and hard on me. These mistakes that I make (and I will make), I learn from them and that's how I grow up. I'm proud of my mistakes, and all the silly things that I do. I enjoy being loud, being emotional and overexcited. I love the waves of emotions that I feel. I love the fact that when I'm happy, I am really happy and the world smiles along with me. I love the fact that music is such a big part of my life that when I listen to a happy song, I feel happy; when a love song plays, I think about you and how I want to dance along to the song with you. YOU. YOU. YOU. I'm always thinking about you. How you are so sure about what you want; the way you always have others' best interest in mind; your sincerity; the way you used to hold me and the way you kiss me. You've got the potential to become someone great, someone influential; a person who can change the world. I am proud of you, of the person that you're slowly becoming and I hope that someday, you would be able to see me as the person that I am and be proud of me too. On sleepless roads, the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. There are things that you do that I don't exactly appreciate as well. I dislike how you always leave me hanging on Whatsapp. I understand if it happens once in awhile but you ditch me almost everyday. It sucks to sit by the phone and wait for your response. I find myself pondering on this *one* question: "What does this relationship mean to you?" If it's that important to you then show it. There's no point telling me that I mean a lot to you when you don't act it out. I know it's hard but I need to feel loved. I can't always be the one hugging you, the one who makes the first move. I guess I'm just too tired to do so anymore. You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart. I hope you read this and not get things the wrong way. I am begging for honesty; stop hiding things from me and just tell it as it is. I am not a little girl, I do not need things to be sugarcoated. I love you, and I know where I stand in this relationship. The question now is, do you? I let it fall, my heart. And as it fell, you rose to claim* it.* Forever and always, Zoe 1:05 AM · Sunday, July 15, 2012 Sometimes, the things that a person says cuts so deep that the wound it creates can never heal. You'll feel better - that's for sure - but the words would always come back to haunt you. In such a situation, you doubt yourself. Is this really worth fighting for after all? I've never been so broken before, but I'm slowly trying to find my own self worth and moving on from all these. Something within me just keeps telling me to hold on, go Zoe, you can do this. You can only emerge even stronger than ever. Trust yourself, trust him. Some days I would be able to find reasons not to try any more but other days I just feel so encouraged to hold on to you, to us, to everything that we had and now have. Little by little, I am beginning to find pieces of myself that I never realized was there, to find the strength within to move past all the sadness and into a realm where everything is all right. This soon will pass. I know it will. - Zoe 11:57 AM ·