Thoughts of a Million Stars

No Strings

Have you ever been in a doomed place?  Somewhere isolated and is remoted. How about safe haven? A place where you could probably relax and feel protected and loved? Have you ever gone to either places? Well, I have to tell you a story. Want to find time and read it?

There’s  this little girl. She used to live in a world full of luxury. She was happy, glad, cheerful, contented, caring, well-mannered, some call her intelligent, but most people tagged her genius. She craves for anything that catches her curiousity. She’s indeed a one of a kind, fella.

A lot of people adores her. Every elder, though a stranger, she would try to cling on to their hand and makes some gesture like ‘mano po’. For every word she speaks, she’ll leave it with a ‘po and opo’. In fact, people would brag her out just to talk with her for she’s just so amazing to deal with. There’s this one moment that her mother thought that she’s being kidnapped for she suddenly get lost of their house.

With a very young age, she knew what she wants. Anyway around, she finds ways to get it. She’s such a spoiled brat, isn’t she? Oh, well, she’s just simply amazing. Hence, she have lived a better life.

WHO  would have thought and believed that this little girl has grown up like some stupid bastard? Could you even picture that out? Well, she’s doomed. She’s not that little sweet girl, not anymore. For today, she only believes nothing but herself. She had already kept in her mind that people are bunches of assholes and jack ass. Once they are done doing business of you rather when they have found no use of you, they’ll treat you like nothing but a trash.

Throughout the season, she thought of that way. Her parents who once have lover her with all their hearts have already left her. They’ve been long dead and were buried under. She wanted to curse the heaven’s  for letting this things happened though, unevitable. Their family business went bankrupt and all her friends left her hanging on the edge of the cliff. Even when she has finally slipped off, nobody tried to reached out for her. They all let her die in hell, alone.

Now she’s back with her head held up high. She has come back and climbed up from the bottom of the moutains. She has no thoughts of looking back down again. Her eyes were filled of coldness and emptiness. Nothing but a goal to rule over.

She deals with people, yes. Pure business and no strings attached. She promised to herself that she would never do the same mistake she has done in the past; be that innocent, worthless little girl and get used over and over again. She’s tired. For now, all she’s thinking is to be professional in business but have decided to never dealt with personal affairs.

Yet, seems like fortunes are doinf wonders. She has subconsciously opened her all being and get herself proned to being hurt again. She let herself give love to those who needed it. The moment she saw people as what she has used to, she easily felt connected towards them. She wanted to take responsibility and be part of their lives without asking even an inched of return. She’s so selfless and is selfish at the same time. She wanted to give love but never dreamt of receiving any in return. She thought that by doing that, she could feel no more hurt, no pain, sorrows and agonies. But she was wrong; for up until now, she’s in pain and it sucks. Again she has become tired. She had never needed time to think and process things, this long. This perhaps is the longest time she has needed and has been needing to understand herself and continue to go on unless , she’d rather chose to die, leave and forever live in peace and prosperity that only God could provide.

Right from her very first heartbreak, she has promised herself that she must live with no more strings attached, but no she can’t do just that.

There is no way to do that, in fact. For as long as she continues to live, meddle with people and engaged with them, things such as NO STRINGS are not possible. Life is simply like that. You go on, and adventures will come towards you. You will rise and fall, over and over again but nevertheless, always try to strive harder for dear life. It is simply a journey so might as well go with it.

Then so she quoted, “NO STRINGS literally means NO LIFE at all. For life is about making thousands and millions of strings, bonds and connections to any other being in this world who has LIFE as well. Just a simple analogy; Dead who has no life at all doesn’t have any connections towards us. But we, people living in this world, still has that certain connections with the deads for their memories are printed to our every being.”