Loving me for Me.

Sometimes i feel like Tinkerbell.
Thoughtful, realistic, certain of herself and loyal.


Yet at the same time,
Adament. Spoilt. Jealous. Repulsive.


These devils seems to be unleashing themselves more often recently,
That it sometimes is a struggle to hold on to ones true self.

Love.
The saviour from all evil,
The pureness of soul.
As magical as pixie dust!!
A fascinating enough reason for living.
And choice of wisdom for unyielding faith and salvation. : )

But close to it dwells lust.
The core of destruction.
The root of all possible evil.
The brink of deadly temptation.
Truly a Pandora box.


It is natural to be selfish, especially with Pixie dust.
Who said everyone should be given such privilege to fly??
Why is it we must share whats precious to us with others??
Do they deserve it?? Who gave them the rights??
Yet, we still do what we do.
We tolerate, we adapt,
We smile because we did it for a bigger reason.


We must remind ourselves who and what is important to us in life.
One must prepare to risk oneself at most crucial moments,
And sacrifice when necessary for the people you love.
Like when Tinkerbell flew back to Neverland to save Peter from the time bomb.
Eventhough they quarreled before that and Peter banished her from Neverland,
Still, she flew back as fast as she could, risking her own life just to warn him.

THAT is true love in motion.

No matter how much we hurt each other sometimes,
Or how angry and disappointed we feel at that moment;
When faced with vital challenges,
We know that everything would be alright,
As long as we have one another. : )