[Space] bar

    How many times have you used the spacebar when typing a comment on a friend’s post? How about when typing a biography or a short story you are making? What difference does the spacebar make, really? It’s simply to make a space between two things, and often times, it’s necessary to make the story look better. Every line and sentence has one or more spaces; some words even have spaces.

    In life, we use our own virtual spacebars. I have used the spacebar so many times already. The spacebar in my life, left spaces between me and many of the people I know. Sometimes, I just have to put space in a relationship, maybe to make things better. There is space in “letting go” or in “making peace”. But, often times, these spaces are not seen or not recognized by the people who see it, often because it makes the image better, the view looks more put together.

    These spaces can only be seen or felt by the people who make it and those involved. The spaces we put in our lives may make things easier for us; our lives become more intact though there are gaps hidden in between. Like this paragraph you’re reading, it only becomes whole and complete with spaces. So what would life be without gaps once in a while?

    Life seems so difficult to complete because we try to fit all the things we want; we try to make every relationship work and to keep everyone happy. We tend to omit the idea that space is essential. You wouldn’t want to end up stuck in a room crowded with people, right? People in it would feel the heat if it’s crammed full, no space for breathing. Then, the only option would be for one or more persons to leave the room and find some place else. On the other hand, it wouldn’t be comfortable if no one shares your life, there would be too much space. It’s so complicated, but that’s just how life works.Well, my life, that is.

    There are some those examples that show where life needs spaces, and where gaps are unnecessary: “family”, “friendship”, “love life”, “being happy”. The next time I type something into my life, I would have to remember spaces. Maybe I’ll remember that only space can finish a sentence and that someone who can’t sacrifice space to be happy ends up “unhappy”.