PERSONAL: LUCKY ENOUGH TO MEET YOU

1 earth
7 seas
7 continents
196 countries
7 billion people

and I was lucky enough to meet you.

Have you ever look at someone and hope they will stay within your life forever?

There’s that thing that can happen to you when you meet somebody and you don’t consider them extraordinary at all and then they do something like play the cello or write amazing poetry or sing and suddenly you look at them completely differently

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. At your absolute best, you still won’t be good enough for the wrong person. At your worst, you’ll still be worth it to the right person

PHYSICAL ATTRACTIONS ARE COMMON, BUT A MENTAL CONNECTION IS RARE.It's beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you ye built up around your mind and let them inside.

 I want to believe there is a somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.Everyone is so focused on acting savage, busy, and heartless these days. Meanwhile,I’m searching for the humans that believe in compassion, love, and human connection.I wish  I met some earlier, some'a little later, and some never at all.Physical attractions are common. but a mental. intellectual. and spiritual connections are rare. A pretty face doesn't mean a pretty heart. I live by a motto that If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll Show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence. I‘m no person who loves only with half of my heart. If  I love, I love deeply, passionately I love unconditionally, So if i say: "I love you“, just be sure I really mean it with all of my soul

I’m the kind of person to bring someone homemade soup, send a box in the mail to a friend to far awayto hug, run lame errands with someone to help them get them done when they would rather stay in bed, leave notes on their parked car so they get them after a long day at work, show up late at night just to hug them. I show up, I pour effort in people I care about..

Yes this often leaves me empty handed and alone but i refuse to hide my feelings I refuse to mute my love for fear of pain… because my love is to be given freely.

My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.You were never asking for too much, you were just asking the wrong person.

No one is physically beauliful, slim, good in bed, or young all of lheir life.Old age comes lo everyone and il's followed by loneliness ior lhose who seek perfection. Love sees lhe imperfections lhal lime brings and turns it into reasons to love even more!

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe

The older you get, the more you realize you have no desire for drama, conflict and any kind of bullshit. You just want a cozy home, a nice book and a person who knows how you drink your coffee. I am a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.The purpose of relationship may not be what you think. If you are excited about forming a relationship based on what it looks like you can get, rather than what you can give, you have started off on the wrong foot entirely, and you could be heading for a big disappointment. The purpose of all relationships is to create a sacred context within which you can express the fullness of who you are. And who you are is an experience you have before you enter relationship, not because you did.If wealth is the secret to happiness, then the rich should be dancing on the streets… But only poor kids do that… If power ensures security, then officials should walk unguarded… But those who live simply, sleep soundly. If beauty and fame bring ideal relationships, then celebrities should have the best marriages. But it’s not here… Simplicity leads the world. Live simply… Walk humbly… Love genuinely

How do you fall in love? Is it head first into a calm pool or into the ground? Is it feet first onto a trampoline or into wet cement? Do your arms flail or do they float above you? Do you kick your legs or do you dance gracefully? Are your eyes wide open or are they shut tight? Are your fingers outstretched or balled up in fist? Do you hear laughter or crying? Do you taste sugar or salt? Do you smile or frown? Is your stomach calm or in knots? Can you breathe or breathe -your heart will always beat

I believe each individual we meet brings us different experiences and a bit of knowledge; which I believe contributes to the amalgamation of our perfect selves. Whom we ultimately share with the person we are supposed to end up with. I’ve always wanted to have that “perfect” fairytale kind of love. I know it’s naive and pathetic, but in my heart, I feel that truly exists. Somewhere.

I think people expect too much from marriage today. They expect perfection. Every moment should be bliss. That’s TV or movies. But that is not the human experience. Twenty good minutes here, forty good minutes there, it adds up to something beautiful. The trick is when things aren’t so great, you don’t junk the whole thing. It’s okay to have an argument. It’s okay that the other one nudges you a little, bothers you a little. It’s part of being close to someone. But the joy you get from that same closeness―when you watch your children, when you wake up and smile at each other―that is a blessing. People forget that.

So many people are sttuck between "I don't wanna feel that type of hurt again" but "I wanna feel that type of love again"

My flaw is that I treat all of my relationships as though they were worthy of that same effort and dedication. I suppose it’s why I find myself so hesitant to give up on relationships. In the end, pain can purify us of the transgressions we commit, and teaches us the value of loving profoundly and genuinely. I think that the amount of energy, effort, and possibly most importantly, time, make it extremely difficult to let go of our relationships, given that we put so much into them. For me, it’s probably harder to let go of the efforts and time, than the partner, in some cases.  Perhaps the hardest thing to do is to let go of that with which we have become accustomed, for fear of the pain we feel in the interim, as we continue to search and begin anew.

My ribs are bruised from unsteady heartbeats and an endless obsession with love.I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken.

If you are mine...i want to tell you this: Who looked at you and said you were not worth it, who looked at you and decided that you were not for them? Because I look at you and wonder how you could be anything other than who you are, for you are as important as an ocean and all that lays underneath it, and a sky full of all the colors ever known. I look at you, and I wonder who could ever see anything else other true beauty with a heartbeat.The universe has its way to deliver the craziest moments unto your life when you least expect it and I know that is what you are afraid of. I am here to tell you not to worry a single thing, for I will be there with you, hand in hand, to go through each moment. Together, we shall find goodness in amidst of chaos. We shall be happy. Never let anyone waste your time twice.WE'RE A TEAM. Whatever you lack, I got you. We will balance each other out. Minor setback? Guess we'll make a major comeback. Bad Day? Well I promise you a better night. You need support? I'll be your backbone. I'll keep you motivated and at the top, always. As long as you appreciate me and remain consistent you don't ever have to doubt my loyalty. You got me. I got us.I am yours. Don’t give myself back to me.

In French, you don’t say “I miss you”, you say “tu me manques.” Which is closer to, “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me” – you are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

You will have to peel my body from yours our souls cannot be apart. We were connected from the very start.. So when you go just know my soul goes with you. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take.down all the walls you ve built up around your mind and let them inside.

Every morning, we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part. You are always one decision away from a totally different life. Life is made of so many moments that mean nothing. Then one day, a single moment comes along to define every second that comes after. Such moments are tests of courage, of strength.

You’re texting from bed getting up, me from your car going home. Texts coming in furiously as we talk about the past after hours’ adventures (yours anyway) and daytime frustrations (mine obviously). Feeling like the distance between us is nothing when the giggles and emojis we share over text are as palpable as laughing side by side each other. Cheering each other on and reminding the other not to work too hard (me obviously). Distance has got nothing on kindred souls when they’ve got giggles to dissolve in. We laugh, we live, we love. That’s us, side by side always, even on opposite ends of the world.

PERSONAL: GENERAL ANESTHESIA IS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO DIE

When I recently went under general anesthesia for surgery, I imagined that perhaps this is what it’s like to die. You’re conscious, then you’re not—99 … 98 … 97 … gone. But instead of coming to with missing time in between conscious states, you just never wake up. There’s no missing time because time has stopped. Is that what death is like?

Where were you before you were born? Come again? This question strikes most of us as nonsensical, because we didn’t exist before we were born. The same problem arises in imagining your death. Try it. What comes to mind? Do you see your body as part of a scene, perchance presented in a casket surrounded by family and friends at your funeral? Or maybe you see yourself in a hospital bed after expiring from an illness, or on the floor of your home following a fatal heart attack? None of these scenarios—or any others your imagination might conjure— are possible, because in all cases, in order to observe or imagine a scene you must be alive and conscious. If you are dead you are neither. You can no more visualize yourself after you die than you can picture yourself before you were born.

DATING: THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THAN THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU

Somewhere in the world of five billion people there lives the best-looking, richest, smartest, funniest, kindest person who would settle for you. But your dreamboat is a needle in a haystack, and you may die single if you insist on waiting for him or her to show up. Staying single has costs, such as loneliness, childlessness, and playing the dating game with all its awkward drinks and dinners (and sometimes breakfasts). At some point it pays to set up house with the best person you have found so far.

But that calculation leaves your partner vulnerable. The laws of probability say that someday you will meet a more desirable person, and if you are always going for the best you can get, on that day you will dump your partner… If your partner was the most desirable person in the world, he or she would have nothing to worry about, because you would never want to desert. But failing that, the partner would have been foolish to enter the relationship.


I hear from many people who are scared to be absolute in promising themselves to a person (committing) because they worry that if they say that this is it, that out there might be a better opportunity and then they’ll be kicking themselves, even though if they were genuinely committed to someone, they fail to realise that they wouldn’t be looking around because they’d be too busy with the person they’re with.

Wondering if you can do better all the time, is a bit like when you sit down to watch TV but instead of choosing a programme, watching it and engaging in it, you spend the time surfing around on the off chance that there’s something better to watch

DATING: DATING ROULETTE

DATING can be a challenge. I'm sorry, let me rephrase: It suuuuuuuuccckkkkksssss.  Why am I not getting more matches? Why didn't they respond? But is it my fault, or the app's? Is it really possible to find true love with just your thumbs? I set out on a journey to find out, and it starts with defining love itself.

Everyone want the same thing.....Someone that makes me laugh. Someone that's empathetic. Someone that gets me snacks. But how do you filter for that? Common interests and values are the types of things we're all looking for in relationships, how can we be expected to find them in an app that sorts for first-glance aesthetics and the ability to write one clever sentence about yourself? It's Romance Roulette. Your filters aren't set for love; they're set for lust. Dating apps reward homogeneity, sifting everyone into two-dimensional profiles that look the same, sound the same. Hookups and temporary flings can be easy to find on apps, but when deep connections keep evading you

People don't love each other for what makes them the same; they love them for what makes them unique. I wanted someone sexually insatiable, someone whose eyes set ablaze when they talked about something important to them. I wanted someone who was a good friend, someone who enjoyed being a blessing to those around them. I wanted someone to invest their love in me for exactly the things that make me different. For those looking for a simple standard, a dating app can provide you with a sea of able-bodied mates. I wanted more than a flat photo and a single sentence could provide.

it is hard to remember what dating was like in Los Angeles before the internet came along, but I remember — like it was yesterday …I went on coffee dates, dinner dates, drinks after work dates, and even a lunch date