I have always felt that friendship is a major part of who you are and who you will become :D
When I get the time, I think about how things turn out… How I get my hopes up about things, I let my guard down with people and all the while I’m thinking I have control. Then when plans fall through and people disappoint me, I look at it as a shock. Big shock that I took things in my own hands and things failed? I now know my small plans, me opening my heart to people, should never be based on my own judgment. You’d think I’d know better by now: you can’t trust your own judgment. But I am slowly learning to let things go, don’t base plans on my own judgment of where I think I should be, who I think I should be with. I’ll get it eventually… There is a learning curve for this type of stuff right? As long as I see progress, I’ll keep facing in the right direction!!! :)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I realized why I love traveling via airplane: it’s the clouds. Flying through monstrous clouds that take the form of castles and dragons take me through a fairytale land where I know a “happy ever after” is soon to come!
Note to self:
Keep your feet on the ground while your heads in the clouds
I had a dream I was dating Rumpelstiltskin… REALITY CHECK: fairytales don’t always have a happy ending!
Note to self:
Magic always comes with a price
If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn’t help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus is just as selfish as we are or we’ve got to acknowledge that he commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition. And then admit that we just don’t want to do it. — Stephen Colbert
Where is the poetry? I hear the birds and wind making a beautiful symphony, but a poem doesn’t stop there! Where do the eyes meet? Where does the heart skip a beat? Where is the peaceful harmonious correlation of man and love? This world lacks poetics for this woman made of words.
I want to morph into a child. I want to have joy deeper than any hurt. I long for a constant yearning for the good things in life: love, compassion, love, light, love…. Above all LOVE.
The scary thing about having everything you want in the palm of your hand is the chance that, with one action, it can all be crushed. (Fists made of hate, jealousy, resentment and grudges will do that sometimes).
I may seem naive when I think people are inherently good but to deny this means we deny the purity of a child. I feel that a child-like imagination, perhaps naivete, and relentless hope in humanity grounds me to that same wholeness people strive their entire lives to reach. It’s not about knowledge; it’s more about the basics.
Compassion, tolerance and love.