Louisa May Alcott
They say that poets, lovers, romantics and other artists are misunderstood people. No one seems to understand people like us. But I think that is not true. I think it is us who misunderstands. It is us who don’t get it. Because it is us who continues to see the beauty in this world when in fact, the world is really ugly, gruesome and despicable. It is us who continues to create works in the hope of making other people see this beauty. It is us who continues to believe in true love, peace and justice, when in fact, they really do not exist. There is only pain, hurt, sorrow and divisiveness. It is us who continues to love despite these pains, and sorrows and hurts. It is us who continues to love through it and beyond it all. It is us who would dedicate our own selves, our lives and our crafts for people to see the truth as we see it. But they will never see. That is why, we are not misunderstood. We are the ones who fail to understand. – Luis Batchoy
Why do most people leave? They leave you without warning. Leaving you without any doubt or reservation. They slap you with the fact that there would be no more chance to reconcile; completely deciding that they don’t want you anymore. No more holding back. And there, you just find yourself alone, helpless and miserable.