Rant #1 - Being Single

Rant #1 - Being Single

As dictated by Faranza Syns

People whose sole happiness rely too much on "getting The Guy/Girl" and waiting for that happily-ever-after to be happy aren't going to get much satisfaction from their life as long as they're single - maybe even longer, who knows?

All those precious seconds gone to waste on waiting for something uncertain when what's certain is you can choose to be happy.

You don't need a significant other to define joy and light in your life. You're not crippled without them. You're not going to turn into a leper if you end up with no bf/ gf/ fiancé(e).

I'm not saying don't try to look for someone special to share things with at all. I'm just saying life doesn't necessarily need to be so bloody horrible while you're single. It's just time for you to learn more about yourself, and for you to fall back in love - with yourself.

Because by the end of the day, if you can't love yourself, someone else's love isnt going to be enough to make up for the lack of it.And how about when they leave - what else will you have to live for?

You have you.

SO STOP POSTING EMO POSTS ABOUT DYING AND KILLING YOURSELF JUST BECAUSE YOU JUST BROKE UP/ JUST HAD A FIGHT/ DECIDED TO HAVE TIME OUT.

Come on. Your soul deserves more respect than that.

The Soul Needs Some Loving Too.

The Soul Needs Some Loving Too.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

For as long as I can remember, I've been driving my life straight down a treacherously destructive path. At this confession, some might go "Pfsh, YOUR life was destructive? Mine's waaaaay worse" (though I doubt this is actually a point to brag about). But everyone has a different thing that they hold dearer than everything else. There is always something different that would destroy them if it were tainted, torn - tortured to death.

It's different, the triggers that drive people mad. In my case, sadly, it was me lying to my soul.

All my life, I've been lying to my soul. Don't get excited now - I'm not about to "come out of the closet" as a full-fledged lesbian (astaghfirullah, na'uzubillah). I am just saying that I have never given my soul due credit.

Recently, I've gotten back to reading after almost a year-long hiatus from leisure reading. And one book that really made me think about how I've been living my life is Paulo Coelho's "Like the Flowing River". In one of its pages, I found a wonderful guide: How to Climb Mountains. I read on, swallowing the words up whole, devouring every lick of wisdom I could find. But one step made me pause. It felt like something close to a slap. Not to my face, but to the core recesses of my entire being.

It said: "Respect your soul".

I've never thought of it like that. Heck, scratch that. I've never even thought of it. 

Greedy, I went on to read.

"Don't keep repeating 'I'm going to do it.' Your soul knows this already."

It made me stop and think. How many times have I said to myself "I will do this!" but end up making cowardly excuses?

Too many times. So many times that my soul has stopped trusting me -- I stopped trusting me.

Most people focus so much on the verbal lies people say - the white lies, the omissions - but what also needs focus is the lies we tell to our soul. Those are the most damaging to our self - our confidence, and our ability to trust what we tell ourselves.

It's sad, thinking about it. Though stumbling across this epiphany is wonderful, it still leaves me a little worse for wear, and more than a little weary.

And I wonder, how much longer will I continue lying to my soul? Surely it has had enough - but I just can't say. I don't trust myself to make promises anymore.