Eat, Pray, Love

You are pretty, with your alabaster white skin. You have a million suitors knocking on your door. You are a goddess. You are kind. You are smart. What more can they ask for? Yet you are only aware of yourself, of your needs, of your perfection, and your life. Can we live in this world alone?

You are a paragon of virtue. You have a good voice, a beautiful wife, and a perfect life. You carry the noise of the town. You know everything there is to know. You embrace supremacy. Do you know the golden rewards of being humble? When you choose to stay on the ground, there is no place but to go up. Now you're on the top, can you see us from below? Who would guide you when you're lost? Who would teach you when you reach the zenith of your wisdom? Can you do it alone? Are you that omnipotent? I dare you.

You are an offspring of wealth. The only one to bask in the glory of their love. Yet you yearn for more. You demand for more. You force us to give you more, but what do you give in return? You close your heart and let no one see it. I can't love alone, romantic or no, my love will eventually die. I would never want to be the one to go away and surrender but I can't lose my soul and my belief in the innocence of one's heart.

You were one of the rotten ones. You are insecure as we all are. But your honesty granted you a peace of mind not all of us can have. It's priceless. I discovered treasure beneath the trash. Yet your love can sometimes suffocate, we need to grow, and sometimes we need to do it alone.

You are pretty; you understand the unwritten rules of social relationships. The golden rules of society. You were never the wallflower, yet you were never the valedictorian. Perhaps you can use a unit or two of proper decorum. Your face can never take you far; it's the heart, the soul, and the mind.

If there is one thing I would never ever trade for physical beauty or assurance of sublime physical passion, it's the eyes which can see and recognize the frailty of men. With these, I can claim to be wise, though only to myself. I can wield it as a weapon. I can use it as a shield. But as weapons go, I must double my effort to never harm myself. Sanity is treasure. A paramount gift I hold dear.

You can claim all you say you are. But as movies go, I eat I pray and I love. I understand humility. I am a wounded swan. I can never raise my head to the world. And my emotional scars are forever etched in my heart. But I found the glory in walking with my head level on the ground. What more can I ask for?

~o0o~