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Friends

A short trip to the grocery store this afternoon made me embrace the fact that Veronica and I only have each other to lean on. We are roommates, and we are friends. Friends lean upon each other in times of need, and celebrate together in times of joy. That’s how things should be between Veronica and me.

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Complete Happiness

I got awake this morning, maybe around 2am, and heard Veronica crying. She was talking with somebody (maybe her best friend from the soccer team) on the phone. She was telling her about her resentment toward her parents, like how they favor her younger sister over her, etc. Veronica has opened up this matter to me before but I’ve never seen heard her break down like this. She was crying so badly. I didn’t know what to do or what to say, so I just laid there still on my bed, pretending to be asleep.

At that moment, I felt a deep surge of compassion flow through me. I felt that she needed me, my love and support more than ever. I felt that she needed me not just as a roommate but also as a friend.

Veronica is beautiful, athletic and all that, but she’s not happy. Her stunning physical beauty doesn’t excuse her from the harsh reality of life—that nobody can ever be completely happy in this world. If she were happy with her family, then she would already be perfect. But nobody is perfect; only God is.

I am thankful that I don’t have those kinds of problems with my family. I have a wonderful family and I’m very happy with them, but that doesn’t make me perfect either. I may be happy with my family but not with other aspects of my life. I don’t have a lot of friends, and I lack confidence sometimes. Overall, I am not completely happy.

I watched Charice Pempengco during an interview before, and learned that she’s not completely happy too. Despite her great talents, great success and unbelievably high self-esteem, she still feels a deep emptiness in her heart which can only be filled in by the presence of her father, who left them when she was still a baby. I cried real hard while watching it.

When I read Taeyang’s interview with KBS (http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/kbs_interviews_tae_yang/), I realized that the celebrities who have the most fans and who get the most media attention are also the saddest and the most depressed. They get so busy most of the time that they forget why they do whatever they are doing in the first place. They always need to protect their image so people would always see them in a positive light. Worries haunt them at night and they find it hard to sleep. In worst cases, these idols tend to lose control of themselves and necessitate medical help.

Complete happiness doesn’t exist in this world. Nobody in this world can ever own it, not even the rich, not even the famous, and not even me.

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