lion love

Dear you,

I hope you’ll never get to read this. 

I hate you for breaking my brother’s heart. Say your prayers early. It’s time to get even.

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No matter how hard I try to ease another’s pain, I just can’t manage to, and so I thought; it’s the same way how I can’t manage to ease my own pain but I know my self better. As how I’ve managed to solve another’s problem, solving my own is yet another struggle. But having family to stick with you forever, true love lasts forever while our enemies wither.

There’s no one in this world who can solve your own problem but only your self. Cliche as it may sound and lame as it may seem. But as a sister, I can’t help but share the pain. I don’t know if that’s the same way for others but that’s just how I am. Not that I cry when they cry but then I would like to take away from them the pain and just bear it on my own. I am not a good problem-solver my self. I don’t have all the answers to all the questions in this world. But carrying their burden of pain is easier for me instead of seeing that lovedone torn apart, broken into pieces, and mentally incapacitated by choice.

But how can you help ease the pain when all a brother has to ask of you is either finish off or spare the culprit’s life. This is the power of “hiling” as how we call it in the fraternity world. We are no strangers to one another but only to ourselves. No wonder bloodshed never stopped.

I have never witnessed a battlefield full of my warrior brothers but from history alone of our notorious existence and with the newspaper headlines we’ve made, it still reminds me so much of how human beings go back to stoneage and face the radical life of survival of the fittest. Eliminate all enemies and paint your foreheads with their blood. Although the tradition remains as times have changed, the battlefield has likewise changed. It’s time for the battle of the brains. And this battle is the most difficult of them all and the enemies come outnumbering our strength. But in this battle, only great minds succeed. And being wise beyond our years, we’ve managed to stand victorious like old times.

I was not born a fighter but was made one. And I know love.