half?
is the glass half empty or is it half full? honestly? i dunno.......... i can't say for sure which it is... and i don't see the point of obsessing over it........... inane as it is.............. to me......... it was.... is..... and ever will be plain half............. doesn't that simple monosyllabic word encapsulate all that we've pondered upon? it captures the total essence of all that fills........ and vacates the glass............. whichever it is... half empty...... half full........... it all is the same isn't it.......... like how no matter what colour race religion sex we are............ we're all part of the cosmos of man.......... and regardless how we treat or illtreat each other............ it's all gonna stay the same........... in a way.......... the same hand that deals hurt unto other people is dealt with in the exact same manner............ it's a double-edged sword.............. lethal, yet it slips thru our fingers without us even realising it was there in the first place......................
if the glass is half empty........... why wallow in the half that is deprived of you? why don't we appreciate the half that we have? and be thankful that at least we've still got that half........... and not a third or a quarter or a fifth? even if the glass if half full............ why mourn the loss of the other half that we've lost? why gloat over the half that we've got when we've lost the other half? why are we even given this glass anyway? for this glass is like our life......... where we are constantly lamenting over our losses and fail to see and treasure what we have....... isn't that so true? we seek to fill our glass to the brim yet when the time comes.......... it is so full that the water overflows and spills to the ground below......... what a waste.......... how often do we fail to see that? how often are we blinded by our flaws and pursuits that we ignore and pass aside all else? by then......... how can we even be definite of how much we've got?
e coin is made up of two sides............. some of us see the flower as the head.............. others the tail............ yet it doesn't matter whether we see it as the head or the tail........ for it is still one side of the coin.......... and without this half.... the coin wouldn't be a coin.................. so what's with the neverending squabble over which is what...... does it help anything?
it is amazing how we live our lives and keep ourselves going with these false assurances that serve only to cripple us and our judgement of what really matters in life............... in the words of a wise 'not-too-old' man.............. 'we all need false assurances in life to assure ourselves'...................... isn't it funny and perverse that we believe what's false when we know it's false and reject the truth because it's cruel and tough and plain............. not sugar-coated with peanut butter and jelly and sprinkled with rainbow-coloured chocolate grains.............. it's like a twisted version of the boy who cried wolf............... when the truth hits us........... we turn away and eventually it devours us in full knowledge............ but by then it's too late............... when will we ever learn? Will we ever learn? will I ever learn? i dunno................

love is not a hand that holds you down...................
to live our life righteously and unselfishly is to be selfless and giving............... yet how aware are we that we are selfish in this selflessness? that in our bid to be forgiving and magnimous we seek for some form of reward and repayment........... that we so often give all we have because we are terrified of having what we own taken away......... ironic isn't it? or is it just the way is it? unchallengeable............

love is tragic
love is bold
you would always do what you are told
love is hard
love is strong
you will never say that you were wrong
i don't know when i got bitter
love is surely better when it's gone
cause you wanted more
more than i could give
more than i could handle
in a life that i can't live
you wanted more
more than i could bear
more than i could offer
for a love that isn't there
love is colour
love is proud
love is never saying you're too proud
love is trusting
love is honest
love is not a hand that holds you down
i don't know when i got bitter
love is surely better when it's gone
i got to pick me up when i am down
i got to get my feet back on the ground
i got to pick me up when i am down
you wanted more
more than i could love
more than i could offer
the harder you would shove
you wanted more
more than i could give
more than i could handle
in a life that i can't live