Sunday, August 5, 2012

Convention for Those Wounded in Love



Pring tagged me this read today after reading my previously posted blog entry. i found this really comforting, relevant and timely. Paulo Coelho has touched my heart again and so did one of my bestest  buds... thank you for this Ms. April Teresa Dy. hugs and kisses... see you soon, this month that is!


Convention for Those Wounded in Love

by PAULO COELHO

General provisions:

A – Whereas the saying “all is fair in love and war” is absolutely correct;
B – Whereas for war we have the Geneva Convention, approved on 22 August 1864, which provides for those wounded in the battlefield, but until now no convention has been signed concerning those wounded in love, who are far greater in number;


It is hereby decreed that:

Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both.

Article 2 – Once struck by a stray arrow fired from Cupid’s bow, they should immediately ask the archer to shoot the same arrow in the opposite direction, so as not to be afflicted by the wound known as “unrequited love”. Should Cupid refuse to perform such a gesture, the Convention now being promulgated demands that the wounded partner remove the arrow from his/her heart and throw it in the garbage. In order to guarantee this, those concerned should avoid telephone calls, messages over the Internet, sending flowers that are always returned, or each and every means of seduction, since these may yield results in the short run but always end up wrong after a while. The Convention decrees that the wounded person should immediately seek the company of other people and try to control the obsessive thought: “this person is worth fighting for”.

Article 3 – If the wound is caused by third parties, in other words if the loved one has become interested in someone not in the script previously drafted, vengeance is expressly forbidden. In this case, it is allowed to use tears until the eyes dry up, to punch walls or pillows, to insult the ex-partner in conversations with friends, to allege his/her complete lack of taste, but without offending their honor. The Convention determines that the rule contained in Article 2 be applied: seek the company of other persons, preferably in places different from those frequented by the other party.

Article 4 – In the case of light wounds, herein classified as small treacheries, fulminating passions that are short-lived, passing sexual disinterest, the medicine called Pardon should be applied generously and quickly. Once this medicine has been applied, one should never reconsider one’s decision, not even once, and the theme must be completely forgotten and never used as an argument in a fight or in a moment of hatred.

Article 5 – In all definitive wounds, also known as “breaking up”, the only medicine capable of having an effect is called Time. It is no use seeking consolation from fortune-tellers (who always say that the lost lover will return), romantic books (which always have a happy ending), soap-operas on the television or other such things. One should suffer intensely, completely avoiding drugs, tranquilizers and praying to saints. Alcohol is only tolerated if kept to a maximum of two glasses of wine a day.


Final determination: Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t.

The BREAKING



i have kept this heart intact for a years. it was a supposed anniversary gift. a his and hers kind of thing. he gets the girl, i get the boy. but for some reason it was never really given away, never broken apart. 

i lost count of the absence. i don't know when to start counting. all i know is that it has been for some time now.   and though it still hurts much, i don't have any choice but to move on and accept things. today i finally had the courage to do what i feared to do. it was part of my 30thingsin30daysbefore30 list.  and today i have seen it. he looked happy. i've seen the smiles. i can tell he is. whatever reasons he may have, one thing is clear to me, he doesn't want me to be part of his life now. i just wished it would bring in hate this time. but it didn't. much hurt came, piercing like a knife. Oh love, why are you so hard on me?

i so wish i am out of here. memories hurt more that anything else. every corner of this room reminds me of everything. and trust me, it is much difficult for me as you can imagine. i just want a tight hug from mama and papa right now. i wish they are just a few steps away. and yes my alone time gives me the distraction that i need, but temporarily. it is when i get home, go to bed and close my eyes everyday that i'm having a hard time dealing with. sometimes i wonder why i wasn't born rich so i could travel anytime and anywhere i want to. it would be much easier for someone like me who finds comfort in travelling.

a few more days before my birthday. and i know God has a perfect gift for me when that day comes. and i can't wait for that special box coming my way. but for now i just owe my self some silence, some time to break, some time to bleed. in time.... in God's perfect time...

Dear Heart,

I'm sorry i had to break you.
I suppose it is the right time.
Just give me some time.
Let's not rush into things.
There's still a lot to do to perfectly heal.
Breaking is just part of it, the start of it.
But for now let us just bleed together.
We both need it my dear heart.
Soon enough we will find that good in goodbye.
Soon.
And by that time we will have a different story to tell.
A story worth telling.

xxx,

bLack aNgeL