Love

It saddens me that the generation I belong to depends their worth on the opposite sex, that being single troubles them and that the 14th of February seemed to be the "National Mourning Day". Instead of celebrating love, we celebrate anger, bitterness and jealousy. Be it a trend or whatnot, I believe the mouth speaks what is abundant from the heart and this is not something we should allow to pass by. Everyone wants to love and be loved. Everyone hopes for that. Although science would tell you it's just a clash of chemicals or a rise of hormones, we still love the sugarcoated idea of love. Being single then becomes a curse, a disease. From a NBSB's point of view, it has reached my curiousity. "Is the grass really greener there?", "Will I really be happy when I have someone beside me?","Will I hear chimes, rest in a bed of roses or experience having butterflies everyday?". It did bother me to the point that I felt insecure about it. Well, those were the used to be feels. The thing about humans is we never wanted to be left out. We dont want to be the one who "doesnt have". We never get satisfied thats why we seek on things that we dont have and neglect the things that we have. The problem then goes there. Our worried, empty heart conditions our life. Not for me, though. I chose to be happy and not to allow it to consume my daily thoughts. Right now, I dont get "bitter" about it because I believe that season is yet to come. It's just not for me yet and I'm patiently waiting for it. And with waiting, I am not doing nothing. I am allowing myself to grow so that someday, when I meet "The One", I'd be the right person for him. But ofcourse me doing productive things is not for him but it's definitely for myself. Let the future worry about itself. If he comes then he will but him not being around yet will not stop me to fully enjoy life. Every time I see a couple, I dont get upset because I dont have one, it actually thrills me on what my own lovestory would become. Here's...