Journal of the Broken Souls

January 8th, 2017: Anneke

I don't believe in love. Not even when I was a child, and my parents read me bedtime stories about princes and princesses who live in love and happily ever after. Love is like a drug. so many people crave to have its beauty even if they know that it's just an illusion to destroy them in the end. My mother and father are the example that love doesn't exist.

Their marriage is a quick one because they thought it was love that came between them. Money doesn't matter as long as they have each other to love. Guess what happened? I always woke up in the middle of the night (if not morning) to them fighting. again. Because of the lack of money that my father apparently lacked earning. Because their so called "love" died out.

I doubt that they even love me. I don't know if I exist in their lives, with them so busy fighting with each other. If anything they (or my mother) ever taught me about love, there was only one thing. I was sitting in our living room with my mother while my father was working (explains the peace in the house). My mother didn't look at me in the eye, but I knew from her tone, it was serious. "It might be important to marry someone you love, but it is more important for you to marry someone who loves you and can actually support you and your family". 

The bitterness in her tone made me realize that hey, it's okay to want money because we live in a world where money is everything. You can have love, but you can't really eat love, or have love to keep you warm at night. You can't have love to keep food on the table and roof over your head. It's just sad that kids are fed with the fairy tale illusions that love is everything. It isn't!! Be realistic. Open your eyes and look around.