Rant & Raves

Angels sent me here to be your rest area, so you can stop and rest when you are tired on your life journey. Angels sent me here to be your lighthouse, so that I can show you the way when you are completely lost in the utter darkness. Angels send me away when you don’t need me anymore.

There is an old saying that everyone that comes into our lives serves a purpose, a role, and when the purpose or role is fulfilled, they will disappear from our lives until the next time. Some of them stay longer, and some of them don’t. Ultimately, the end result is the same; they will disappear while new people will come into our lives to fulfill their purposes, their roles.

I am not referring the roles or purposes as the intention to be used. I am referring to the God (whichever God you are serving) intended way for us to come to this world, know the people that we know, cross-path with the people that don’t stay on for too long. That’s the roles and purposes that I am referring to.

Sometimes I would sit down, a bottle of ice-cold beer in hand, and I flashback on the people that I have met in my life. Sometimes I would wonder what was my purpose, the role that I was playing, in their lives and what was the thing that I needed to do to fulfill my “responsibilities”. Sometimes I know the answers, but sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I would wonder what were their roles or responsibilities when they appear in my life. Were they there to teach me lessons, to help me, to make me realize what kind of person I am, to make me realize what kind of person I want to be, and to make me realize what kind of girl(s) I want in life to make me truly happy?

When I look back to my previous experience, I noticed that sometimes I would cross path with someone, a complete stranger, and we would become friends. Then most often than not, they were someone troubled by life and I was there to give support, advices, helps, in whatever means I can provide. Then, when they recovered, they move on, and we lost touch, and that’s about it. So the sole purpose of me appearing in their lives, crossing the path with them, was just to help them out?

And this happened not only once but many times.

Somehow I sense that this is happening, right at this moment, that my new role is to give a helping hand and once things are done, once my “responsibilities” are fulfilled, both of us will move on to our intended path to continue our life journey.

On the other hand, her purpose is to help me to get over something that has been bothering me, realizing that I am still capable of having feelings for someone, and finally revealing the break-up to my family.