Saturday, 25 January 2014

Bukhari Explains: Growing Apart

One of the hardest thing you have to learn all on your own is that people grow apart. And sometimes, not always, that means separation. 

No matter how close you were with someone, someday you wake up and you realize that you haven't talked to them in months. You haven't texted them in weeks. And you haven't thought about them in days. 

You guys are still best friends. They still mean a lot to you. But you grew apart.

You love them. You care a lot about them. Your feelings towards them haven't and will never change. You wouldn't hesitate to be the shoulder for them to cry on whenever they need it. You would still die for them.

But you grew apart. 

Because as we get older, we change. We learn new things. We change our ideals. We change the way we view the world. We change the way we carry ourselves.

And they change, too. 

And unfortunately, sometimes changing means that you are no longer walking on the same road. 

We meet new people and we love new people.
And they learn new things and they discover new places.

And when you do meet with each other, it's as if you've never stopped talking in the first place. You reminisce the times you used to have. And wishing you can go back to the way things were. 

But you've grown apart. Somehow they no longer fit with your puzzle pieces like how they used to. 

And eventually you will say your goodbyes and you will tell them to take care. And you make them promise to call you whenever they need you for anything.

You love them and they love you.

But you just simply... grew apart.

Sunday, 19 January 2014

Bukhari Explains: Why We Don't Always Wanna Talk About It

Everyone is fighting battles that no one else knows about. Our silent struggles. Our secret battle wounds. Our hidden scars.

We can talk about it. We can tell our friends. We can ask our family for help.

But we don't. Not always. Not even when they offer their help.

Because despite of everything, you know once they get into the same battle as you are in, they will get hurt. Maybe not as much, but maybe even more.

Our struggles will be their struggles.

Our battle wounds will be their battle wounds.

And our scars will be their scars.

And we love them too much to not let that happen.

We love them too much.

It doesn't make sense. I know. 

I am not saying you shouldn't talk to people about it. I am not discouraging you to tell people about your problems. 

I am just saying that, I understand if you won't. It's not that you don't trust people. It's not that you are being stubborn, antisocial and wanting to be independent. 

It's you, in your own ridiculous way, of protecting the people that you care about. 

Saturday, 4 January 2014

How Do I Know?

*wipes off dust and cobwebs*

This post has been in the draft section since last year. Which is really just last week. Haha. I don't know why I didn't post this then. Well I'm posting it now.

I think it's cute when my friends ask me for relationship advices. I am that friend that is single but thinks he is emotionally capable of understanding what it's like to be in a relationship. Mostly I give clich├ęs like, "If it's meant to be, it's meant to be" or "Please stop asking me questions, I have to learn about Trichomonas vaginalis."

But the other day I was talking to my friend and it goes something like this:

"Hey, how do I know if he's the one?" She asked.

"Why can't we ever have a normal conversation?

"C'mon! I'm serious. How do I know? I really don't want to commit unless I am sure about it. The last time I did, I got hurt real bad."

"I know. I was there." I said.

"So you know how important it is for me to know whether this guy is the right one."

I sighed and I paused for a while. 

"Do you have a pen and a piece of paper with you?" I asked.


"Okay. I want you to write down 10 things that you are most insecure about yourself. The things you don't like about yourself. The things that you wish you can change but you can't. The things that you wish you never had. Or the things that people always tease you about. The things that haunt you. The things that keep you awake at night."

"Um.. okay."

I waited for her to list them down. It didn't take her long.

"Okay I got them," she said.

"Okay. That's NOT a list of the things you should change. Or a list of your weaknesses. That's a checklist. How you know if he's the one? If he loves everything about you, including those 10 things in your list. Someone who thinks you're not less than perfect. Someone who celebrates you for that 10 things. Someone that understand that those 10 things don't define you but they are still a part of you. He is the one, if he makes you kinda glad that you have those 10 things."

"But how do I know whether he loves these 10 things?"

"If he is the one, he will make sure you know."

"I'm just scared. What if this one doesn't work out?"

"Look, sometimes you gotta stop asking yourself 'what if it doesn't work out' ...

and start asking yourself...

what if it does?"