My thoughts has always been inspired by the circumstances surrounding my everyday living. Lately, seeing dear friends go thru separation with loved-ones has made my thoughts travel back in time when my broken heart and shatterd dreams were a common scenario in life.

by: Karen

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.

You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.

You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.

They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.

a love letter written to my beloved half last 2004

Two winter season ago...our love started with so much hope, so many dreams. It was a fairy tale that took us both by surprise...a coming together of two crazy people..who not only wanted to taste life but experience it together...it has blossomed into a love that is true.. Mahal, i knew with a certainty that vibrated in my very essence, that my heart and soul belonged to you. My destiny belongs in your arms...

Our memories are bittersweet...our life etched with so much joy as well as pain. But darling, in my heart I know the joy will always outweigh the pain. I want to embrace the joy and hold it close to my heart where it can live forever...where it will continue to feed the flame of love glowing in my heart...I want to remember the pain as a lesson, a lesson of how much we almost lost... A lesson of life to be lived with a memory of how not to be... You and I have once more opened the door of conversation...opened our hearts to love again... I want to know the man you truly are...The man who owns my heart... in this journey, I ask you to walk with me but bear in heart and mind that there will be times of joy and times that are rough. Even if I want to I cannot yet offer you perfection. I offer you me, a woman who has her own set weaknesses...but has been brave enough to face each one as she walks the path towards actualization. In my heart, I know that as long as we can share the world, and I can show you the true me...I am strong...

The heartbreak of losing someone often brings with it a bitterness that can turn life's sweetest moments inside out... inspite of the several billions of people on the planet, we feel a certain level of loneliness...of emptiness that seems to consume one's very being...Love no longer seems like a trusted friend, but an untrustworthy opponent. Instead of spring, one thinks of autumn and winter...of leaves falling..of cold breeze enveloping one's soul...

But my personal experience has convinced me that we shouldn't be fooled. Love's strength flows in all directions. Love has always been fair...A rainbow will color your once-stormy-life...It is true that love provides the opportunity for hurt, but more importantly, i believe that it also has the power to heal. As i have once told you...inspite of the death...i experienced re-birth! In other words, the love that broke my heart is also the magic ingredient for making my heart whole again.

"Answers seem to elude my very being…what is the purpose of all these? I am a positive person believing that everything has a purpose…a reason for happening. All tribulations has its good cause… a lesson to learn… problem is an overbearing and heart-wrenching teacher but it brings about self-growth…and yet here I am in the midst of my own misery…asking fervently…what is the purpose of all these?

Have I lost my touch as age conquers me…or am I merely falling victim to the unpredictable surges of my hormones? People have written articles, numerous in fact, about therapeutic ways of healing oneself …I am guilty of reading almost all of it…and yet all it did was bring about a fleeting moment of relief…of recluse…answers seem to vanish with each turn of the page and by the time you lay the book aside…everything has been eradicated from one’s memory.