Whats the point?

Have you ever wondered " Whats the Point?" For example whats the point of waiting when something delectable is right in front of you? Whats the point of caring when no one cares what you say and what you see? "Whats the point?". Why should i care so much? why should i worry so much when i am no mother. Even mothers these days hardly ever get respect. They hardly ever get listening ears to hear what they are saying and putting into consideration their advice. So i ask you "WHATS THE POINT?" These are grown men and women for pete sake, they have their life to lead and me me pestering them about whats right and what isn't. "Whats the point?".

i have had no experience in love so i really don't know what i am talking about. i mean the inkling of your hearts desire, the watching and waiting for the next incoming SMS, the constant worrying of where he /she is and what is he/ she doing at the moment aren't symptoms of being in love. how about the need to spend every moment with them, the piercing of your heart when they walk away with the very thing you think you need the most. Ooooo! how about this one? the unwillingness to give up the very desire of your heart, the tears that flows uncontrollably, the winding of your stomach the moment they are in plain site. i bet you, this is not a symptom. the need to want to hold them and consume them passionately with every bit of yourself. huh? what do you think?

sarcasms aside i am hurting because i have love and i wasn't loved back i was reject the very instant i confessed my feelings. What was a whale like me thinking? that true love sees no FAT ? The world's kind of love sees FAT and REJECTS it the moment it approaches. So yeah, maybe i haven't experience being loved back but all these desires i am willing to let go and wait for God to write my own love story cause in actual reality "what is the point" of getting hurt over and over again. You live hopelessly unsure of the next event that will tear you apart. You prepare yourself for the inevitable that at the began with the notion of fun but now seems more than just fun but the very core of your heart. You give yourself a way one faithful night to secure an insurance for your heart but one faithful day he/ she works away with it, taking all that you are and leaving you nothing but painful memories. "what is the point?"

I am done caring, done advising, done trying to convince that God really has the best of thing in store for you because (not to Disrespect you God or to sound hopeless) i have no testimony to prove so. it is my resolution to keep silent in matters that don't concern me because " WHATS THE POINT?" its not my life anyways.