I may not be able study without having to worry about finances.

I may not have had a headstart in my education.

I may not have the computer literacy and competence I have now.

I may not have tasted wonderfully home cooked food from young.

Most importantly, I might actually end up being a screwed up person.

So, I just wanted whoever’s bothering to read my blog, to know that I love my parents.

I’m in the U.S. and my parents are probably worried about me every now and then, like most parents. But I think they worry more than they should. Nonetheless, I’m grateful they do.

In a world engulfed in an obsession with the truth, people can forget that facts are not all that matters. I am one of them. I am one who seeks the truth. I want to know why. To me, science is a practice that is critical to understanding, and eventually knowing many things. I used to think science could determine the truth of everything. But I was so, very wrong.

Maybe that is why trust, to me was something that had to be earned. I’m not talking about simple trust, but the kind of trust of a person that if something ever happened, you know that the person would not betray you, or let you down. I have few close friends, and I treasure these friendships dearly.

Yet, on one hand, this is something that cannot be scientifically backed. Which brings me on to my main point. There are very major, major issues that cannot be backed by science. Like religion, or more specifically, higher beings. And more dear to my heart, love.

How will I know that years down the road, my feelings for my dearest would not change? That my feelings now are not a mere rush of hormones? Or the same is true for her? My family has been there for me for my entire life, and at the very least, statistically, probability-wise, scientifically, I can depend on them.

But for someone I have been with for over two and a half years, how do I know we are meant for each other? Having shared the some of the best (and the worst) of times in those years, and having been there for each other may be a good estimate for the near future, but how does one know if two people are meant for each other for an entire lifetime?

The truth is… I don’t. But you know what? I believe that we are. And because I do, I know we are.

I read somewhere that guys tend to have a commitment issue. And somewhere else, I read that some guys do not like to commit, in case they find someone better. I think that’s just bull. If you really love somebody, commitment should, no, in fact, would not be a problem.

Someone better? What does that mean? The greener side? That’s just subjective. Imagine if you were colour blind (or blind in fact), how can the grass be greener? Why not appreciate at what you have?

Look at how beautiful she is in her own way, what makes your heart flutter, what you fell in love with in the first place. When you do, commitment comes naturally, and the greener pastures no longer matter because you stop looking.

Of course, a problem with commitment because of another reason is a different thing, and requires a different post altogether. But you get my drift. I hope.

They say girls like to go for jerks. I never understood when I knew of one that did. And I hated jerks. (When I mean jerks btw, I refer to those kinda guys who mistreat the fairer sex, like maybe cheat on them, not care about their feelings and what not. I’m sure you know what I mean.) I hated them for their complete lack of chivalry. I hated them for giving guys a bad name. But you know what? In a way, I’m glad they exist. I’m glad they exist for the reason that good cannot be defined without the bad. What about those girls that encounter jerks? Do I pity them? I don’t know. Probably. But hey, it takes two to tango.

Ever watched the reality show, The Beauty and The Geek? Oh yeah. Finally, a show that gives nice guys a chance. So ladies… appreciate the ones who appreciate you. Guys, especially the ones I know, don’t give up being the nice guy. You won’t finish last… unless you really think so.

Note: This message is intended for only one person. If you are reading this and do not know what I’m talking about, it’s because it wasn’t intended for you.