Sunday, March 24, 2013

LOVE: LOVE IS LIKE A ADDICTION

I've been in love before, it's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about her for three hours and forget her for two minutes. If she's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love

I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that i would lose her the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left!

 You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be be dragged down for the count, too. There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing -- light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light, In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future

It was so damn hard to find love in this world, to locate someone who could make you feel that there was a reason you'd been put on this earth. A child, I imagined, was the purest form of that. A child was the love you didn't have to look for, didn't have to prove anything to, didn't have to worry about losing. Which is why, when it happened, it hurt so badly

Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That's what I think it's like to die

 I want you to want me....and in the end, you either focus on what separates you or holds you together.

I am in love with the idea of being in love. I love the feeling you get when you’re around someone you have feelings for, I love how happy it makes me, I love being able to have someone to talk to at all times, having someone make you smile and laugh. I’m scared of the idea of being in love too, though. I’m scared of rejection, I’m scared of being hurt, and being brought down.

Sometimes, you just have to fall head first and not worry about the rocks below you.Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.When someone walks out of your life, let them. That is what I learned from my divorce. There’s no use in wasting your time on people that leave you. What you make of yourself and your future is no longer tied to them. Yeah, you may miss them, but remember that you weren’t the first one to give up,  I also  realized I was holding on to something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we could wish all day long that they didn’t, but they always will

I don’t understand how pictures never change but the people in them do. How your best friend can become your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it just hurts the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How people make promises despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives just because it’s easier than working things out.

Take a step back. Look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. you are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up or your best friend betrayed you. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it’s time. Don’t hang on to painful memories just because you’re afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren’t worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted. Stop taking life for granted. Live for something. Live for yourself. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Do this over and over until you know what it really is to love someone. Question things. Tell people how you really feel. Sleep under the stars. Create. Imagine. Inspire. Share something wonderful. Make something beautiful and then destroy it. Meet new people. Make someone’s day. Follow your dreams. Live your life to its full potential. Just live. Let go of all the horrible things in your life and just live. And one day, when you’re old, look back with no regrets

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

You’re really amazing, and one day, maybe very soon, you will find someone who really means the world to you and you will fall in love with them, and she will love you to bits. She won’t find anyone else like you if she could search the world forever and ever. You will find someone who won’t want to leave your side. She might not be in your life yet: she might have walked past you today, she might have walked outside your house a few hours ago, but one day, she’ll be yours and only yours forever and ever.

Over thinking ruins you… ruins the situation, turns things around, makes you worry, and just makes things worse than it actually is.

If you truly want to be with a person, listen to your heart and not all the voices from all the people around you.

Letting go doesn’t mean giving up. It means accepting things that weren’t meant to be. There’s a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone, trying to fix everything, but it’s not giving up. You got to do what’s right for you even if it hurts. I’ve come to realize in the end, everyone turns out to be the person they swore they’d never become.

We must see things and people for how they are instead of how we hope, wish, or expect them to be. If it was up to me: there would be less broken hearts and more happy women with guys who make them happy and treat them with respect, background music would play during epic moments of my life, I would tell every girl in the world that they are beautiful since some guys don’t want to do that, everyone would not know of the world “hate,” but love, every dollar spent on war would be spent on making sure everyone is fed, sheltered, educated and receiving medical treatment, I would be able to text God to ask him what steps to take to solve my problems, everybody would stop cheating on the person they love and we will all be loyal and faithful, girls wouldn’t know what make up is, and they would feel beautiful and  I would introduce every atheist to God.

That’s what life is about. Those moments when you feel entirely carefree, like nothing can touch you. It’s those moments that make the hard parts so worth it. It’s moments like that that make this heartache bearable. I know it’ll pass-my moments will come. It’s hard to grow up in a world where you never feel like you’re enough.

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