Nights In Rodanthe
1:16AM Bed’s warmth can’t captivate my sleeping desire tonight. I have to empty my thoughts. This would mean I will be floating the next day, dizzy from my lack of sleep. I just closed a book, the Nights In Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks.
Not the kind of book that I would keep but it made me write this.
In today’s snappy stride of living where in life competes with time to grab what gives you comfort, INDIVIDUALITY shuns LOVE and becomes a barrier to the wonder of giving the whole you.
Attributed to PAST, DREAMS AND CHANGE etc…"some" regard love as for hopeless romantics and reserve themselves not to TRUST.
NICHOLAS SPARKS for me "sparks" cause he captures the traditional meaning of how it is to love - Its "S-E-L-F-L-E-S-S-N-E-S-S". Less yourself to buffer presumptions and prejudices. Giving way to offering the PURITY OF YOUR INTENTIONS. Thus, opening your heart regardless of uncertainties.
If it works, a happy ever after. If not, life goes on and there is no young nor old for this thing called LOVE.
I believe that if you know how to love, you can trust, you can forgive, you can laugh and you are capable of being truly happy.
Just PLUNGE! Let go and follow your heart. Sounds corny but I tried doing so and it had given me a better understanding, meaning and so many reasons to live. I don’t own diamonds but my own growing family radiantly gives me infinite joy.
Sure, there will never be assurance to how will it last but I can always say, “I’ve been there!”
The last time I went home Daddy showed me his collection of films and I saw N. Sparks’ The Notebook, I told him I’ve watched it and my sisters told me,"Si Daddy kadi, dinoble-doble tu a binuya tan in advertise tun da uncle Eddie tan anti Mary. I dodolin to pay."(Daddy had seen it more than once and had told uncle and aunt to see it, he even keeps the CD).
