http://aliceyin.blogspot.my/2011/09/door.html
When I typed on "The Door" back in 2011, I never thought that there would be a sequel on this topic.
Have you ever experienced someone dear to you, built up a high wall, disconnecting himself or herself from you, ignoring all your efforts to stay in touch for one whole month?
Ghosting, is emotional cruelty. Yes, I agree!
I did not expect myself to knock on another door and certainly did not expect myself to share about this topic again.
Knock Knock! Knock Knock!
After three weeks of knocking, finally there was a reply from the other side of the wall, saying,
"Leave me alone"
Perhaps the person at the other end needs some space, personal space; to think things through. Perhap, perhaps, perhaps...
I could make as many reasons as I want for the other person's behalf. By the fourth week, I am amazed by few things:
Firstly, the other person's ignorance and indifference. The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.
Secondly, by my own determination and perseverance.
Would you give up knocking when there is zero response from the other side?
How could a person carry on with life by hurting and sacrificing someone who deemed to be dear to him or her? In other words, at the expense of someone else's fragile heart.
Once I saw a quote that sounds like this, "it is not that one changes, just that the mask falls off". Perhaps, that is the true colour of the person at the other end.
Question to myself:
Do I still keep knocking?
Do I still care? Of course I do still care. We care even in anger.
Is it worth my time and effort to care for someone who seems so heartless?
I still want to believe that we still care for each other, that we could still sail together, but am I trying too hard?
Knock Knock! Knock Knock!
I could not even hear an echo...
When someone treats you like nobody, wake up, and do not melt for that person anymore. Olaf says, "some people are worth melting for"; I guess even if I melt myself to the last bit, that person at the other end would not be able to notice, because there is nothing left to be seen; every bit and pieces of me has melted, there is nothing to be melted anymore...
And the person at the other end, continues to be indifference and ignorant; the only difference is, Olaf is not able to feel the pain and hurt because it has melted...
I could make as many reasons as I want for the other person's behalf. By the fourth week, I am amazed by few things:
Firstly, the other person's ignorance and indifference. The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.
Secondly, by my own determination and perseverance.
Would you give up knocking when there is zero response from the other side?
How could a person carry on with life by hurting and sacrificing someone who deemed to be dear to him or her? In other words, at the expense of someone else's fragile heart.
Once I saw a quote that sounds like this, "it is not that one changes, just that the mask falls off". Perhaps, that is the true colour of the person at the other end.
Question to myself:
Do I still keep knocking?
Do I still care? Of course I do still care. We care even in anger.
Is it worth my time and effort to care for someone who seems so heartless?
I still want to believe that we still care for each other, that we could still sail together, but am I trying too hard?
Knock Knock! Knock Knock!
I could not even hear an echo...
When someone treats you like nobody, wake up, and do not melt for that person anymore. Olaf says, "some people are worth melting for"; I guess even if I melt myself to the last bit, that person at the other end would not be able to notice, because there is nothing left to be seen; every bit and pieces of me has melted, there is nothing to be melted anymore...
And the person at the other end, continues to be indifference and ignorant; the only difference is, Olaf is not able to feel the pain and hurt because it has melted...
