Human

I am completely aware that some people don't like me.

And I am completely aware that some people don't like the other, either.

Almost a year ago, a bond I forged (and still dearly hold today) with the other resembled that of an opened Pandora's Box. Many from both sides elicited varied reactions that we were petrified for alternate moments, seemingly clueless of the gravity of our once "harmless" relationship.

Indeed, humans will be humans. There is no feasible way of pleasing anyone with any single or collective move -- no matter how we painstakingly try. There will always be pride and prejudice (Jane Austen, anyone?).

But, what could we do? We have stronger hearts. So, we moved on -- surrounded by whispers too loud to mock the disguised silence, and by stares that shame even the lingering smell of unwanted air in an enclosed room.

Now -- though the whispers have allied in part with the walls, and the stares have adapted with the sight they once were incredibly amazed with -- humanity and its imperfections remain open for exhibition and lashing.

I believe that no man is completely the same with another precisely because conflict is one inevitable earthly activity. Conflict brings life to life itself. Conflicts make us think, make us greater and make us better -- even if these conflicts be of silent wars and of unintentionally cold ones.

If I be allowed to, may I ask: must love -- that "simple four-letter word" be always made complicated and restrained when the only premise for social ranting is the fact that the parties composing it aren't the ones "we" are used to seeing -- and believing?

Borderline

No matter how blurry one's sight is and no matter how persistent his legs are rooted in someone's ground... either rain, storm or sanity may take down the smog and soften the soil. Another, another... another -- more illuminated and deserved -- may be its unintentional offspring.