iThink...thereFore, iAm

So simple sometimes, yet so hard to fulfill. It’s the irony when it means everything before it is explained, and after it is, it loses all meaning.

Perhaps it’s precisely because it was fulfilled without saying that means the most. But how does another know if it wasn’t expressed? After all, another person lives in another life, another perspective, where love and care is expressed differently.

And then, life has a way of colliding everything together at once, from all angles, and making you smack in the center of the pressure so you either die in silence or crumble from saying what has been always inside you.

So simple, yet so complicated.