Maestro at being me

So there's this friend on mine on Facebook who calls himself 'Maestro'. I found it rather weird, so I asked him what's with the Maestro name. Apparently he's a maestro of some sort. I found that quite lame, that's until...

Until I realized, maybe he's right. He's really right about the whole maestro thing. He's no choice but to be what he knows best - him. In this plastic world, full of people being other people, being yourself is not enuff. You got to have Beyonce's hair, Brittney Spears' nose, Brad Pitt's cheekbones,... People are in a constant hurry to be someone else, act like someone else, so much so that they're forgetting to be just themselves.

The saddest part is that they're just making the whole thing more miserable and impossible for themselves. Nobody asked them to be just like the celebrities. Nobody asked them how Tyra Banks they can get. And nobody's grading. So just quit the whole thing and be you. There's no better person to be you than you. Just as J-Lo can only be a good her, so can you also be a good you. There's no better you than you, be a maestro at being you.

So I broke my own heart...

It's all common sight - guys breaking up chic's hearts, chics breaking up guys hearts. But rarely do we hear of people breaking their own hearts.

Yet it happens all the time. It happens when a guy chases after a chic who's a little too frigid, maybe trying to attain a financial goal, or just playing hard-to-get. It happens when a chic follows a guy who's anything but interested. It happens when both guy and chic are in a relationship for anything but love. Then everything falls apart. It happens when one gets too self-centred to see the other person's point of view.

So you break your own heart. You're too frigid, and he walks away to someone who can accept. She tries, and she tries and she tries, but you make fun of her by purposely ignoring her. You get so tired of this relationship, and you don't know how to end it without making anything harder than what it is. And there your heart lies, all broken, in pieces.

All is not lost, either way. Just because you shot yourself in the foot doesn't mean you let yourself bleed to death. Hope isn't gone completely. You can get yourself up, and limp on. Learn from your mistake, clean the wound and move on. It is important to let the wound heal, so you don't have some smelly thing all over you as you move. Wake up, learn from your mistakes, and reach for the stars. Who knows, maybe this time, you'll do it just right and score!!