February 5, 2011

ghost of valentines past

Hey Kiddo,

I miss you. If only there's a way to freeze time and make things --make you, stay as precious as you are now, I’d take it in a heartbeat, whatever the cost is... I don't exactly hold the answers to all your difficult questions --the next sentences won’t even come close. I am simply giving you a glimpse of what is, what has and what led, and hopefully, through this, we can both figure out where we should, how we could, and what we can... Pretty neat, huh?

Where am I right now, you ask? Well, I’d love to sugarcoat and say I’m lost in the in-betweens, but that only makes things worse, for both of us. I’m stuck teetering over the edge. In three short weeks I’m going to be 23 and I’m still confusing love with desire. No honey, it’s not the same. It never is. You will learn that along the way. Let’s hope you don’t, but it’s a sad truth that in due course, you will. I’m lucky I’ve gotten a few instances where I got to experience both in the same person at the same time and I hope you do too. Heck, I wish all your encounters will be as dreamy as the few special ones I had, but that’s being insanely optimistic. You fall too much, too easy, too soon. I still do too. The only difference is, I’ve seen things, met people, felt sparks, anguish, nonchalance, guilt, every emotion you dreamed of getting immersed on. And as the glint of innocence in your eyes reveals how perfect and blissful you think falling for someone is, it’s not. I’ve come to detest that quality we share. The truth is: a relationship is only idyllic at the start. People can and will hurt you. It’s inevitable. And you crash and burn like everyone else does.

Love is intricate. More than you could possibly imagine. I’ve long given up on finding a formula or a guide or whatever, because love has this sick tendency of stunning you in the most unpredictable of ways. One thing life has taught me is that Loving does not only take the form of the romantic aspect. You’ve got your family –no matter how annoying they can get, and yes, that part does not go away. You’ve got your friends. Quite a number of interesting ones will come, several of whom I trust you’d know you should steer clear of, eventually. And lastly, you’ve got yourself. That’s probably the only secret I should reveal. Loving yourself is the most important thing in the world. You have got to soak up in every bit of self-love while you can. Spoil yourself, Indulge, Seek, Experience, Revel. Because when you come across dashing princes who sweep you off your dainty feet, you are bound to --as I, without-a-doubt know- give your all.

Your best features are, and will always be, your heart and your soul. If I could throw hints at why, you know I would, but what I can tell you is that the insecurities that trouble you now? It will always be there. You can spend time reinventing yourself all you want, but looking back now, I guess you don’t really have to please people that much. But if it can’t be helped, use those two valuable possessions –your heart and your soul, as beacons of hope to guide you through. You are special, unique, a rarity. You shine in that department, you always do, please try to keep that in mind.

You will most likely want to experiment, to bask in the grandeur of things, the feel of being grown-up and mature, but let me tell you that however exciting those things seem to you now, It’s not all that. Still, it pays to be able to retreat into your own corner and savor the simpler things in life. I’d give the world to be where you’re at right now.

You know kiddo, it’d be nice to talk to you, ask you about stuff… You see kid, the world is so different now. It’s a lot harsher and far worse than what you feared it could get. I know people have been telling you, that what does not kill you only makes you stronger. Well it’s a lie, and a big fat one at that. What does not kill you makes you less of who you are. I’ve dealt with potent strikes that I have to admit, shook me and left me with lifelong scars –and stronger was the last thing I felt. Well, depends on how you put it, I guess. Life is full of unexpected turns, massive blows of which the world is dead set on racking you with. I wish I could hand you a warning for every hit, but it doesn’t work that way. It just doesn’t. Just try to stay vigilant, and hopeful. And another thing, fragile is weak. I know how much you believe that that weakness has its own subtle appeal --it used to- but it doesn’t work for me now as much as I imagine it does for you. Try to balance things and draw strength from the people you hold dear. Although, when I do try to stay unfazed in my own share of bouts, I never really brandish toughness for show. It’s not something you build yourself on. As you well know how iffy we both feel about people like that. It’s perfectly okay that you –well I guess I could say we, wear our heart on our sleeves, no matter how crushed, beaten, wounded, palpitating, bleeding, flat-lining, or whatever the state it’s on is. We’re made that way. Emotions are our refuge, but using that to take advantage is a thing worse than selling out. I’ve been there. And the guilt I felt was the worst. I assume you know the feeling of betrayal? Well, betraying one’s self is a blade ten times sharper. Do try not to be so scheming, dear. Half the time, those ploys will only make things more complicated. Besides, wouldn’t you agree that getting ahead thru honest means is something much more worth getting proud of?

Which reminds me, please throw that Dorian book in the dump, burn it, and vow never to worship its enticing lies ever again. It’s a crapload of bull. No matter how romantic Wilde speaks of corruption’s aesthetics, tainting your pure heart is not at all as grand as your fickle mind assumes it so. Neither is it an effective way to reason out your hedonistic curiosities. Actually, were you? Justifying, I mean. If so, then I’m surprised at how sly you were even then. Stop underlining his words about punctuality, friendship, beauty and love. I find  making that book your bible the most unwise thing you ever thought doing.

Speaking of unwise, I know we both have the penchant to measure love on how much we put out. I’m still debating if that is indeed something hasty and absurd... Maybe? Then again, maybe not. I would’ve gone ahead and told you to hold back. To reserve something special meant for that future love --the one person you are destined for- but that betrays the whole concept of loving we both are notoriously known for advocating. But consider this kid, like Gray’s decaying portrait, I have gone well past my prime. I don’t care much for love (the romantic sort) these days, not out of spite, but out of inadequacy, weariness, complexities, fear of deception, trauma --things of that sort. I’ve nothing left to give but my own baggage, a whole Pandora of issues, insecurities, doubts –quite a package, huh? I’m not like you kid. I’ve spent most of my existence sacrificing almost everything just to please. And that left me with what? A giant whopping box of empty.

Hmm… Come to think of it, there is something I have left,
You! I still have you! You are the hope left in that box of ruin! 

Because no matter how the worst ones left my heart in sorry shades of black and blue, no one, no relationship as of late, has ever really gotten to a point where I’ve completely felt like my sixteen-year-old self again. No one ever really came close to bringing you back… I guess now I could say that I’m both excited… and reassured.... that someday, someone actually might… And it would be such a delight for me to introduce you kiddo. To shed my pretenses and return to becoming you, all for the right person, and the right reasons, in due time... Love is definitely still worth believing in, thanks for making me realize that. Maybe there is hope after all...

Love always,
You, six-seven years after,
give or take. ;)
photo taken here

10 whispers:

{ Eternal Wanderer... } at: February 5, 2011 at 11:14 AM said...

Maybe there is hope after all..."

call me pollyanna-ish, but there is :)

{ ericthespaceoutjunkie } at: February 5, 2011 at 3:52 PM said...

pollyanna-ish, i mean Sir Ternie | hehe. yeah i guess there is. thanks for dropping by. :)

{ Guyrony } at: February 5, 2011 at 4:47 PM said...

Ah yes, blame it on Dorian Gray to succumb only on the superficialities of narcissism (or lust and desire of the self) can be emphasized.

Love is love. No matter how you twist, bend and intertwine it with other emotions. It just is.

But in time, if the person believes, can be something worth learning.

{ ericthespaceoutjunkie } at: February 5, 2011 at 5:15 PM said...

Guyrony | uy nakarelate haha. i don't know what the hell i was thinking back then hahahaha... i was young... aaand sige na nga naive lol. like what you said about love G. :D

{ VICTOR } at: February 6, 2011 at 5:44 PM said...

Everything is a risk. We forgive ourselves in advance. :)

{ Aleph's id } at: February 7, 2011 at 4:03 AM said...

heart & soul, indeed. congratulations to the 6/7-years-later eric and i wish now-eric good luck. :-)

amen to that victor!

{ red the mod } at: February 7, 2011 at 8:52 PM said...

Its always a question of experience, that's why youth can afford so much to make mistakes because we can still atone for it. But, we must concede how it would be a lot easier then, if we knew what we do now. But it does make sense, if we did know then, we wouldn't be who we are at present.

This entry reminds me of one of P!nk's lesser known songs, from her 4th studio album I'm Not Dead (2006). It's Conversations with my 13 Year-Old Self (track 13 in the album, how appropriate, written by Billy Mann). Here are a few lines:

"You're laughin' but you're hidin'
God, I know that trick too well
You forget that I've been you
And now I'm just the shell

I promise, I love you
And everything will work out fine
Don't try to grow up yet
Oh, just give it some time"

There's a video with lyrics in YouTube, if you wanna look it up:

Hold on to the hope. If you mustn't let go of anything, its the hope, that in the end, eventually, things will turn out right.

{ bern } at: February 8, 2011 at 4:22 AM said...

I must give you a hug.
I wouldn't say much. No words would ever be appropriate enough, nor comforting enough.

{ ericthespaceoutjunkie } at: February 9, 2011 at 5:41 AM said...

VICTOR | remind me to ask you what forgiving ourselves in advance meant next time.

Aleph | thanks for the well-wishes! :D

red the mod | love the song! thank you for that. oh and yes, i am holding on no matter what.

bern | hugs back at ya. :)

{ ıǝɹɯɐı } at: February 9, 2011 at 8:01 PM said...

this is very inspiring. i hope i acquire this much wisdom six or seven years later. kudos eric. ^^

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