I once loved someone who taught me how to ride a bike. The relationship lasted for three years until one day,we realized things weren't working between us anymore. We parted ways amicably. No high school drama. No-fuss.
I guess when you share your life with someone for quite a long time, they become a part of you in one way or another. And even if they are no longer around, random things will remind you of them, and memories that are tucked somewhere in the attic of your heart crawl back to the surface every now and then.
Every time I go on biking and pass by the park where I had my biking lessons with him, seeing the coconut tree where I hilariously crashed into and broke my nose pretty bad makes me laugh as if it happened yesterday. It's still there, just like the scars on my left arm from a few stitches I got that day. I smiled at the thought of how silly it was and it warmed my heart in such a familiar way. Memories come back, that for sure. But they should not hinder us to move forward and go on with our lives.
Today, I think about a few of the many lessons biking has taught me about life and relationships. About taking risks and chances. About getting hurt and healing. About forgiveness and acceptance. About falling and getting up and over it. About letting go without losing yourself. About moving on without regrets.
And even if we have our own separate lives now, I admit once in a while, I still remember him. The one who taught me how to ride a bike and broke my young heart somewhere back in time. But I no longer dwell on what's gone and never coming back. Yes, I still remember the boy, but I don't remember the feeling anymore.
In the name of vanity, you throw all caution to the wind and happily feast on poisoned apples even if you know there's no such thing as free lunch.
The mirror is a liar with a poker face. You don't see what's coming your way because your bangs is in the line of your sight. But it doesn't bother you at all because you think you look and feel great with it. You've been told more than a dozen times that there's a danger in trusting somebody a little bit too much, but on the night it rained flattery, you were wide awake holding a pail and a bucket. Flattery is your Achilles heel. When it falls on your lap, every ounce of common sense left in your pockets flies out of the window faster than a scared Sparrow.
You say you'll just cross the bridge when you get there. But what if it's a hanging bridge and you have an awful fear of heights? What if there's no bridge? What if it's not a bridge but a zip line? What if it's a dead-end? What if it's a trap? What if it's a scam?
Too much appetite slash hunger for validation may not kill you yet it doesn't mean that you can ignore warning bells the way you ignore traffic lights. It's human nature, you say. Your life, your rules? To each his own? Well, maybe but here's the bad news. Regret is a traitor that will kiss you in the end. Enjoy the flattery but never get carried away.