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What makes us human? Is it the way we stroll to depict a specific picture to the world ? Alternatively is it how we collaborate with each other ?

Mankind to me is the manner by which we love. Indicating empathy to one’s unique interests. Giving them the solace they require through unpleasant and cheerful times. Being their companion, lover, father, mother, sister or brother. We frequently mistake these collaborations for adoration with “Hope”.

A friend once asked me ,”Why do women persuade men into believing there is a relationship taking shape however at the end there was nothing there in the first place ?” It’s clever on the grounds that I being a woman, for the most part, make the same inquiries to men, yet when I contemplated it we as a whole have emotions and that is a part of being human. Just to be reasonable, a man can get hurt as much as a woman can. For Jamaican men, I think they give an excessive amount to sentiments, that is the reason most times they don’t indicate it with the exception of when they locate the one. They frequently go frantic if that individual isn’t for them, left heart broken through dismissal it changes their minds to behaving like silly mongrels, projecting threatening vibes towards women and in some cases they may even become self-destructive. For hell’s sake, it’s most likely only a gene thing or more like a Munchanda suspicion, a logical clarification to the insanity I’ve seen.

To answer my friend’s inquiry, men and women who are pulled towards the wrong individual in these circumstances usually have a tendency to not comprehend that they are as much at a deficiency as the individual committing the criminal offence. In view of my own expertise, I was once infatuated with a man that wasn’t my own and in some weird way I really ‘hoped’ that I had a fix of winning him. I think he began feeling sorry for me since I insisted that I could deal with it, he to his credit was straight forward with me from the get-go that I wasn’t the one for him, however in that one snapshot of the shortcomings of hope I settled for being the second woman in his life, what us Jamaicans like to call (Matie). Where it counts, I generally realized that it wasn’t going to work, however, I carried on stubbornly and relentlessly seemingly oblivious to what was really gazing me right in the eyes (denial to hope)< POWERFUL AND EFFECTIVE.

There isn’t anything to feel humiliated about, sooner or later in life, we all have that one individual who we wildly and in the most discomforting way cherish.

Thus we push activities we would never do on an ordinary premise, to make that individual stay. I wouldn’t accuse love, the culprit is often loneliness and then hope. The vast majority don’t know how to live with, adore and acknowledge themselves in light of the fact that the general public has often thought of and treated them otherwise. To be one, we really need to get over it and figure out how to break free from the framework, then figure out how to act naturally and bit by bit sit tight for the perfect individual to simply be put into our lives. No man is an island, however in figuring out how to live on the island with oneself, having control and being at peace with your internal identity, you never know, a lost pontoon may appear some place with your loved one onboard. My musings may be insane, however do consider it.

My mother always said “Think with your heart, however, love with your mind”. Which means regardless of how you may think this is a tall tale, dependably put yourself first and inquire as to whether this is the thing that you truly merit or need. There are a lot of fishes out there to catch, don’t experience the hassle for the sake of somebody who isn’t demonstrating the same enthusiasm for you. On the off chance that a man needs you they will indicate it, regardless of what you’ve been through. In the event that he likes you, he will see past it, on the off chance that you are the one for him. Time sits tight for no man.