Friday, January 3, 2014

PERSONAL: RANDOMNESS AND LOVE IN TRYING TO FIND A GENUINE PERSON

No one knows the life-changing power of luck better than couples.Just the sheer odds of standing out among thousands of bright-faced, oh-so-impossibly attractive individual could test the stamina of a Zen master. Add to this the randomness of what a person might be looking for at any given period of time for the person they want to spend their life with. Fortunately, luck does exist. Its glittery fingerprints are all over the place. Call it happenstance, coincidence or even fate, but there's a match to your hold card somewhere in that deck and if you're lucky, it'll be the next card you turn up.  Usually people  look back and celebrate the first date, the first kiss, the first holiday together, but what really counts is what happened before this public story: that moment, more of pulse than of thought, which goes, Yes, perhaps her, and Yes, perhaps him

I think one of most endearing qualities a person can possess is genuiness.  When you meet a genuine person they tend to look you directly in the eye and many times they touch you in order to connect.

They don't have the average walls up that many people have in life.  They seem to touch you in a way where you immediately connect and they have no false pretenses.  I am sure if you think of all the people you have met in life; you will remember many people you felt were genuine.  This type of person crosses all barriers and has the ability to connect with others and radiates great empathy to others.  It's almost like they have an additional sense.  They don't pretend to be perfect or know all the answers but one thing is for sure anything they tell you is coming straight from the heart.

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