Sweet Sixteen

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SWEET SIXTEEN

Sixteen going to seventeen, I celebrate you. You are evolving towards higher responsibility and maturity. You cannot leave this life alive, is a fact. You are sweet and must attract attention. I mean attractions from opposite sex and even same sex in some cases. Sure, it is all well and good for it only shows that you are alive.

Now if you won't mind listening to my frail voice, if you won't get turned off by my rotten teeth and smelling mouth, that my perpetual shaken hands and weak bones won't get you distracted; I have something to tell you. I am of age now, but was once like you. Believe my word, put it to test and use wisdom in sorting out my facts from emotions.

I want you to know that the relationship between a man and a woman is like two straight Iron rods standing apart, there will be no relationship as long as they remain straighten. They will remain parallel lines which doesn't meet. My sweet sixteen, for a healthy relationship, the rods must bend and fuse together. Both rods must bend towards a 'U' shape and then a 'O' shape entering into each other to form a strong link.

Your partner must bring his/her expectations to your table while you both deliberate and sort out things that are sacrificeable among you. Everyone does what is best for themselves, so know when to leave a relationship when your best is not in it is not appreciated before it get too late. Love is good, but it doesn't mean successful relationship...get that right.

Love is just an emotion which can be built and destroyed unlike the ancient definition of atom. The ingredients to fuel love is accomplishment, the necessities for a lasting relationship is endurance and determination to make it work.

I am over eighty years. I have heard heartbreaks that could have make me commit suicide, but I told myself that the situation won't last. And truly they didn't for here I am already to telling you my bitter past with sweet musing and giving you my sweet days with all gladness.

In all things, learn to follow your heart.

© FERT, 2015

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