Second chances

How do you know when love is not enough to carry you through?
When do you say enough is enough?
What does it take for you to be honest with yourself and say this is not working?

For one it takes 2 weeks. For another it took 2 years. For another other it took 26 years. It is not that we enjoy being treated like shit and thrived in unhappiness. It is not that we let the fire goes cold and settle for the warmth provided by layers of protective clothing. We are or were in love.

It is hard when one is in love, or thinking that there might be love, or hoping that there is enough love. Not only we tend to overlook the realities of the flawed relationships, we also secretly wish that love conquers all; like a 5 year old who dreams of being a princess rescued by prince charming on a white horse.

It is a scarry world out there; outside this bad but not- so- bad relationship things might even be worse. We often question the value of our relationship, comparing it with others, and weighing the options in hand. We search deep and low for love that brought us together, scraping the last bits of emotion that remain untouched, often only to be disappointed to realise that there is really nothing left. 2 weeks matter as much as 26 years. You carry a lot with you when something like love is involved, and it takes a lot of courage just to be honest with yourself and ask the above questions.

I salute the women who dared to step out of their shell and admit to themselves that they deserve better. I admire their courage to face their own fears and bitterness to once again, give life and love a chance. It might take them 2 weeks, or 2 years or 26 years but most importantly, they do not give up life. Life is too short to be spent settling for second best when you can have more, bigger and better things.

Girls, you know who you are ... to bigger and better things... to second chances.