'Family isn't always blood. They're the people in your life who want you in theirs - the ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what' - MMT.
Amen to that.

Complications

       Life. Love. Relations. Questions. Solutions. People are impossible. They try to shape their life in odd ways, pulling things apart, until it breaks down. Why can't they just see that God has plans for them. Surprises that will mold their lives into wonderful patterns.

       Love isn't simple enough how it used to be. We have transformed it in weird ways, complicated arrangements. People are together, telling each other how it's unbearable to live without their 'other half'. A couple of months and BOOM! They call their insensitivity 'letting go'. Materialistic beings, they lust about the physicality of the pure abstract feeling. They lie to themselves, to get accepted by this fake world. The promises, the vows, the pain, the ecstasy, the sorrow, the glee. Nothing's genuine anymore.

       I have learned to expect the best from my life. Because I know I won't be dying alone. Life is the name of unknown, and I know that somewhere, someone is waiting for me too. Live it up, your life. And as I always say, never anticipate too much. You're probably going to end up with regrets. Believe me.

For love..

   Not a job. It's just a passion; a sudden urge to express yourself. Not a responsibility. Just a though; waiting to be put down, like many others. Not a commitment. It's just a feeling, overwhelming at times. Writing.
   Thoughts are mere shout outs of your mind unless they're written down. Ideas aren't concrete until they're put out and opinions don't matter until they're stated. Have a dream? Write it down. A materialistic reminder is much better than a mere thought that preoccupies you. One day, when you will be at the top of the hill, dreams made reality and standing by the flag of your victory, those words you wrote down will remind you of who you are, where you started from and everything beyond.
     It might look like abstract ideas expressed in queer gibberish, but these are the purest thoughts put down in a jargon everyone is familiar with. It's an art, acquired with time and persistence. Expressing yourself is the best thing you could, and you should do. You're here for a reason. Tell the ones around you what you think, how you feel and everything else they need to know. There's so much you have inside those abstract boundaries that is fighting to get out, that is yearning to be heard by someone. The one who understands. But at times you're alone. Or you need more than a physical reassurance, you need someone to understand, but there isn't anyone. Just let it flow through those words.
     I hate myself for not being so expressive, loyal and honest to myself. I know I never did justice to my passion, my ability to write. But I try. Believe me.