my mother..

i love her.

she's not educated nor is she sophisticated, she doesn't even know how to dress or talk sometimes, but she's kind and caring. she prays for me every day and is always happy to see me.

what more can i ask for? i used to hate her though, i wonder why. maybe we'd been in too close a proximity that we rub each other wrong.

..someone wrote, you win some you lose some.


how true is that. no perfection, you just gotta accept. acceptance is easier when you don't quite care, for some reason.

if it matters then sure, but things start to happen when everything matters. i know; i'd been there.

insensitive or no, sometimes the other party has just got to embrace that aspect of the other. in a sense, he's right in saying there's no perfect place. the 'perfect place' is here and now, where you can be happy and laugh. if not, try to make it the place you want to be at. failing which, leave.

come back later, maybe, if things get better. if not, stay away.

but there's no need to put yourself in a situation in which you do not enjoy being in, unless it's for work and you can't run away from it.

otherwise, enjoy the laughter and smiles and be content. easy company, isn't that what everyone looks for? maybe some witty and saucy participation now and then to spice up the life - but isn't that what life's about?

mundane.. heh. looks like we still agree on quite a few things. how come we never seemed to when we were supposed to?


i wonder why. maybe i'd grown up some, maybe i'd relaxed some. whatever it is, i'm just happy to know that it is so.