Before 2018 parted.

Its almost the end of 2018 and fair enough there are still messages that seemed to be forgotten, to be conveyed.

For the dedicated year, it has been a bumpy road with lots and lots mayhems and crackhead-mess. Well atleast for myself, frankly speaking.

Learned a lot,
Experienced anew,
Gained few,
Lost many.

Either way, not a single regret in sight.

Witnessing everything this 2018 has to offer, here's my two cents.

For the chaotic world, easy to foresee that it has been missing all it has on one particular thing; love.

_'Yada yada yada; here goes the cliché talk about love again_ .'

I know, right?

But seeing pass through the teenage talk about this love-thingy, it does quiet have a wide and meaningful definition to it. Whereas it would be the ultimate reason for peace and sanity, as well as being the number one pioneer for violence and lack-humanity routines.

So it goes by the daily scene of a normal, loving family. Where the husband would love his wife enough to care for her, eternally. Where the father would love the mother for bringing such beautiful souls to the world. Where the siblings would love the parents enough to obey them, at any cost available. Where the parents would love the children enough to support and encourage them to be the best versions of themselves. And above all, where every family member would love each other enough to live and endure together, the trials life been throwing at them.

So it goes by the daily scene of a normal, loving family. Where in every sentence described, love is present. Where in every sane act, love is understandable and proved with actions.

Verily, love itself, could be the ultimate reason for peace and sanity.

Then it goes by the daily scene of a broken, wrecked family. Where the husband would not love his wife enough to care for her well-being. Where the father would not love the mother for bringing troublesome-kids and burden him, slightly even more. Where the siblings would lose their love and respect for the parents enough, to be rude and unthoughtful towards them. Where the parents would not even care about the growth of the children. And whereas the family members are sanely-neglecting each other and heartbreakingly, this goes by everyday. An empty 'home'.

Love, gosh. It surely has the power to control one's action and the impact it has to bring.

As saddening it is, it's the real truth. And often, we were told that;
'it's normal, that's life'.

I'm confused, how can a life be called a life without the essence of it? Same thing for how can a family be called a family without the home-ness in it?

People are sick. They tend to  utter love at the most hideous part of it, in which only benefits their own desire.

How can one admit loving another soul when himself isn't loving his own soul first? How can one admit their kindness to others when he's never even been kind enough to himself?

How can you love others when you, yourself are broken inside?

First rule of self-loving is that; for you to apply the same effort to yourself, as you are to others.
Is for you to wish yourself the best, as you'd to others.
And is to put yourself slightly even more, than the rest of the world.

Take care of you, and yourself and only then could you be able to grace another soul. But sadly, we lost that self-love a couple while ago.

Its sad when the only love we know nowadays, is the one which never existed; a fake one.

Ps : May this upcoming year be the one where we would put ourselves first, loving and embracing, gratefully.

Miz,
In-flight, Kch.