Break-ups are hard. Recovering from the break-ups are even harder. It’s funny how it changes if you’re the one who said the last word, one might think it gives you the high ground so it doesn’t hurt that much.
Anyways, I recently just heard this and thought it was funny/interesting.
Story based on myths, faith, pure spirituality, and my poor knowledge.
History and certain religions have taught us about angels; spiritual beings among the Heavens that act as messengers of The Lord, as well as protectors and guides of all living beings.
Also, movies, books, hearsay, stories, and fairy tales have let us believe that angels are divine beings with no free will and no emotions, destined to follow orders… always perfect, always obedient.
- Hey! Wake up wake up. I said. – Talk to me. Remember how we met? You gave me such a hard time. Remember? Why wouldn’t you, you were the most popular girl in school right?
- Liar, hehe! *cough*.
- Oh come on… – Then I stared away into the horizon. Nothing but silence. – …you had a bunch of guys always trying to get to you, that’s why I always thought I would never had a possibility with you. That didn’t stop me though.
- No it didn’t. – She said half asleep.
We stood quiet for a minute, while I was trying to think of new things to talk about as time slowly passed. I was trying to look around me, except there was nothing else but stillness.
Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
- Malcolm X
Truest words were never spoken. Idealist and human rights activist, Malcolm X, once brought up this inspirational thought. Tell me, can you read this sentence and find anything wrong with it?
So there I was, staring, trying to keep a straight face. That’s what you are supposed to do, right?
So, I throw in my bet. – I see your bet, and I raise you this.
That sounded easy, I had a Full House, and granted I wasn’t the best player, I knew a Full House was a good enough hand.
I don’t even know how I got persuaded into playing. It was for more than money, and I knew it since the beginning. To my right, Life, all empowering yet serene, like if anything that happened during the night was nothing more than what He anticipated. To my left, with a streak of losing hands, Pride, never admitting defeat. It was a good thing He was losing, I wouldn’t want to lose against Him. But whom I feared most was right in front of me and I knew He was very good at this game. The hardest game was involving Destiny and me tonight.