Forbode The Formidable Future of Possible Heartbreaks

“There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroads; afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments will define us for the rest of our days. Of course, when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back. But once in a while people push onto something better. Something found just beyond the pain of going it alone, and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in, or to give someone a second chance. Something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream. Because it’s only when you’re tested that you discover who you truly are. And it’s only when you’re tested that you discover who you can be. The person you want to be does exist, somewhere on the other side of hard work, faith and belief. And beyond the heartache and fear of what lies ahead.”

 It seems like only yesterday that I was lying down on my bed with a bag of chips and four seasons of One Tree Hill. But yesterday was in fact two years ago. The sight acknowledges the present, the mind plans the future, but the heart and our memories expound on the past.

The curtain was supposed to fall 5 hours ago. But as I lie down on that crease-free bedsheets, my heart twitched at a sudden thought of heartbreaks. There were no events which triggered the idea to walk down this path at possibly the worst time one could think of. As I reminisce on the 4 years (as I only watched four seasons of OTH), I couldn’t help but look at the collective memories and collages on the net.

The pace of society is now such that reminiscent is a privileged past time. We no longer delight at the present like a walk in the park. I digress. Just looking at a picture of Brooke crying sent chills down my spine. Any OTH fan would smile in consensus too. In fact, any true fan would happily agree to sit down and talk for hours through a cup of coffee.

Alice and I met in a store opening about five months ago and from strangers, we create a fairytale of our own. From the courageous period of courtship to the surreal moments of creating memories, Alice and I became from total strangers to inseparable. Literally inseparable.

But life, the reality of falling in love suddenly became formidable. That’s the beauty of watching dramas. One Tree Hill as real as it seem – sending tears rolling down and making our hearts melt and fond – is in our control. When emotions explode to the point we cannot handle, the remote control is just 2 or 3 feet away. The beauty and the perfect justification for watching One Tree Hill. Deep down in our hearts, we know the unmerciful nature of life, and therefore live in the soul of these characters.

We cried as if we were dumped when Brooke Davis was left by Lucas. We sat on our sofas, apathetic with no tears left to cry. when we are caught between the complexity of their lives all intertwined in a web. It was a temporary escapism but compared to sports, games or music, one tree hill is a more sophisticated replica of life. It is relevant and yet seem personal.

Though we are optimistic about our dreams and ambitions, we are somehow pessimistic about finding true love. Perhaps the heartbreaks or the thought of one would be too devastating to handle. The mental aggravation it seems to both male and female to be unimaginably horrific. But as I found my Alice and decided to walk this short span of 50 years together, the present and the future seem brighter and too dear to be spent biting our nails about petty things. But yet the unimaginable or impossible became a reality and heartbreaks hold a small probability.

Don't they?

 But as I vent my fears. The quote from Lucas will always be my comfort to counter the beautiful art by Peyton Sawyer. Because deep in my heart, the fearful child is just a reminder.  Alice is a fateful partner. Though no fortune tellers can affirm, my heart has never doubted or flicked: on the day I saw her, the day I proposed, and the everyday I spent with her.

I’ll end this night with the comforting words of the Ol’ William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116:
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove
O No! It is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests
And is never shaken

Sincerely,
Noah

Through The Looking Glass

“So am I. But I want to be confused with you”

Outside the realm of love

 Flashbacks from the past start overshadowing the present imagery in front of my sight. Presently as of last weekend, in front of my sights are different signs of love:Alice’s parents chauffeuring us around for meals and ingredients for Alice’s diet plan; Alice sitting down in her garden with her grandmother like British simpletons; Alice’s 7-year-old sister amusing herself with two beans bags and a mattress; Alice’s second sister allowing me to peep and catch a glimpse of her soul.

Instantaneously, I was extracted out of that present state by a force. A force unseen, a force not evil nor forceful, but a force nevertheless which diverts me back to a scene in How I Met Your Mother.

I stood there, but no longer a participation of that gathering. I was what people would say a third person. A sense of familiarity sank in and I realize my road has finally converged with that of the legen-wait for it-dary Barney Stinson. Like him, I stood there outside the realm of love created by an unseen bond. I was Barney Stinson standing in front that door, looking into the cafe, envisioning the future he would one day want to have. I was the little child looking through the candy store window. I developed a yearning.

Outside a sanctuary

The looking glass is a wonderful invention. An angle of perspective. Sometimes a separator. A display of event and incident. The window is just a magnified looking glass. As I stood still in many moments during that day, I became  boy filled with fear, a boy who finds courage in being pretentious.A taste of being outside the realm of love certainly is intriguing and lasting. As of  Alice and I, the realm we are in are still in it’s preliminary stages of foundational building. But I can safely say we’ve built our own circle of love.

Sincerely,
Noah

Construction on The Way

Jack Of All Trade

To be perfectly honest, blogging is no different than running your own publication.The only difference?
You’re the head of marketing, sales manager, chief editor, page designers and etc.

Becoming a blogger pretty much grooms you to be a know-it-all in the magazine business.You have to design, observe your blog stats, come up with fresh ideas and topics and lastly publicize it.

Result: Millions of  ‘dead’ blogs’

As of now, the direction of Escapism of Noah’s Bed is pretty much still diaphanous and vague. Probably because I want this baby to become a lifestyle companion for all you readers out there. Pretty ambitions eh?

Still Master Of Nothing

This blog will not only release monthly reviews on the latest album and movies, but also my progress as an academic scholar and a life enthusiast. As an aspire autodidact and renaissance man, I will record my progress in this humble journey of mine. My beloved yet not anywhere in sight readers, let the wonders of Noah & Alice’s journey unfold in front of your sight.

Sincerely,
Noah