Getting so helpless with my work situation these months, blindly hanging on there feeling worthless, time-wasting, not really thinking about what am I doing but just hang on there for doing that. I’m becoming one of them, a robot.
With a little love I received, I decided to rescue myself again, you are your own knight in 22 century, and there is limit to all sort of love apart from your family and yourself. Sad to hear but good to know, we women just love too much anyway. ;)
I can’t really think properly at the moment, but I know where to go, when my feet touch the ground again, the path will show.
A song from Feist …
…..The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake………..
1 comment:
You wrote that there is a limit to all sort of love apart from your family and yourself. There are two quotes which make me believe that there is a limit that can be exceeded
" Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold " and " I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love " Someone from Frankenthal
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