the title is pretty interesting, right? this is probably the first time i’ve ever written on the basis of a title. while succumbing to the “call of nature”-i’m sure you know what i mean-a few minutes ago, i ran my hand through the pile of rubbish in the laundry basket beside the toilet. you see, it doesn’t really contain dirty, soiled clothes but a clatter of odds and pieces and one particular sheet of unused sandpaper caught my attention, and from then on, the phrase “sandpaper words” just magically popped inside my head. thus, the title.
what could this possible mean? well, let’s try to look deeper into it.
sandpaper. rough and scathed, used to smoothen metals and remove rust. an irritating screech escapes from the friction created by rubbing this material over almost anything. and then we have words. part of any language, spoken in order to achieve communication between two parties. so what if you put them together? sandpaper words are modes of miscommunication. rather, verbalizations that may scratch the heart, the mind, and deeply enough, the soul.
surely, every person has his/her own helping of sandpaper words. it’s inevitable. and for certain, in this post, i will share of few of my own.
hello. who would have thought that this particular greeting gets to me? i have nothing against saying “hello”, but based on numerous instances, the people who usually say it are those who have constantly left. makes sense? the thought really isn’t HAPPY.
happy. it’s supposedly the most innocent of all emotions, and, i guess, the easiest to feel. sadly, in this life, you can never be on top for long. and in my lifetime, being happy has been one irreversible challenge that i have to keep trying to overcome. as if others CARE.
care. it can’t be measured, and it’s definitely not concrete. but why care? because it’s almost, always plastic. instead of meaning it, people often abuse this word just to win the affection of someone who has offered more than care, LOVE.
love. who can really define it? it’s subjective, and it is believed to be felt by one person for another, in varying intensities, and in various relationships. is it possible to love more than one? i think so. because if this isn’t true, there wouldn’t be FRIENDS.
friends. is there really such a word? when can you actually consider someone your friend? in my opinion, it is a theory yet to be proven, because in reality, mutual understanding and acceptance, doesn’t always result to being friends. even to BESTFRIENDS.
bestfriends. i used to fight the odds for this. i thought that if you try hard enough, this superior friendship would work, and definitely uplift you. then again, based on excruciating experience, how can you beat the opposing forces for someone who finds it easier to scream goodbye than to whisper HELLO?
yes, it’s true. in the end, all that really matters is YOURSELF. so many are working against you. and that’s what life’s about. it’s a matter of finding who you really are, despite the raging winds of fate and destiny. it’s not up to the gods; it’s in your hands. all you have to do is make a choice. either you go after what you want, or you settle for less than what you deserve.
let go of your sandpaper words.
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Sandpaper Words
Originally Posted by -=chris=-
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