How does a man know would not meet someone else that he liked better than the woman he is with? quite simple:
GOD LED ME TO THIS WOMAN. THE SEARCH WAS OVER. A MAN COULD SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE. THIS IS WHERE FAITH AND FAITHFULNESS COME IN.
“When does one say o.k, o.k. – this one? They ask. Maturity is the acceptance of limitations. Every choice made in life rules out a thousand other possibilities.
LOVE IN THE LAST ANALYSIS, IS A CHOICE. YOU MARRY HER BECAUSE YOU LOVE HER. THEN, FROM THE WEDDING DAY FORWARD, YOU LEARN TO LOVE HER BECAUSE YOU MARRIED HER. CIRCUMSTANCES DO NOT CHANGE THE OBLIGATION TO FULFILL THE SOLEMN VOW.
Imagine when you are choosing from a lot of food to eat, and at that time of choosing, you really don’t know what type of food you wanted to eat. You just know that you are hungry, and that you wanted to eat. You could choose anything just to satisfy your hunger. But later on when you had your fill, you realized that you did not really enjoy your food that much, except that it only fed your hunger. What if you waited on someone who knows you so well, and then that someone presented you the kind of food that totally satisfies your appetite? What a blissful and wonderful meal it would have been!
When you’re just fresh out of college, you’re so full of ambitions, and you just got this in you that you’ve got what it takes to succeed. The highest ideal that society would tell you is to become wealthy with what you do. Although you have this certain hint of what you really want to do, you’d exchange it with the hype of the moment. Everyone’s looking for that job that could give them the cash they need to buy their materialistic fantasies. Of course, the greatest necessity at this stage is money! Just imagining your fantasies with what money can do in your life gives you butterflies in the stomach. And you’d get your head stuffed with thoughts: ‘When I have the money I need, I buy this and that… I’d do this and that…’ It’s all about money and success.
And then you’d start searching for companies that would fit your standards. Of course you would hunt for those that can give you the highest pay possible. If you’re someone with high qualifications, stable and good-paying companies would come under the mercy of your preference. You’d get to enjoy the great opportunity of choosing. But if you’re someone in the average, you’d stick with whatever company that would accept your qualifications, as long as your need of money is satisfied. That would be fine.
When you’ve chosen the company to apply, you’d do everything to impress them. You’d sing songs of commitment you don’t intentionally want to keep. You’d over emphasize your strengths and try hard to hide your weaknesses. Just, the main aim is for them to accept you.
When they finally accept you, at first, you’d give them your best shot. You try hard not mess with them. You’d keep your commitment and do all that they need of you. You even try to perform well.
But then, as time goes by… you’d get edgy with how they handle you. At this stage, you grumble a lot. You watch every mistake they make. You cannot take it when you feel like they have profited more over your efforts than what you are getting from them. You count every effort you make against what they have given you in return. But then, you still stay a little while… since they’re still feeding you with what you need. For you, cheating is unforgivable. Once you find out they cheat on you, you’d call it quits when you can’t take it any longer. But you don’t mind if you cheat them. When you’re the one doing something to their detriment, it would not be a big deal. You may even think you are entitled to it. You are unmindful of doing things that may cause their damage. You don’t really care that much. All you care about is getting as much as they can give… Then you’d start imagining for other companies than can give you your perceived comfort and that may give you what your current company is not giving you. Since you are no longer satisfied, when another opportunity beckons at you… you’d not hesitate to end your contract with that company and leave. You’d do the same cycle again and again. And though there may be companies that you’d truly like, even if you’d stay longer with it, you’d still reach the same stage of resignation. There is just something that you are looking for and you haven’t found it yet… and then, you’re on your search again.
Translation:
When a guy is young and is on the hype of experiencing his manhood. His main need (forgive me for being frank and blunt on this) is sex. Although he has this certain hint in his mind about this ideal girl whom he would want to spend the rest of his life with, it gets in the back burner of his mind as he focuses on the hype of his raging hormones. He collects girls who can give him, his need of sex. If he is physically desirable, he may charm all the girls he likes. He has the advantage of choosing from pretty and classy girls. He’d court any prospect who could give him the experience he so fantasizes… if he isn’t so gifted physically and isn’t so well with his charms, any girl would do, as long they can give him what he needs. Just, what matters most is sex. His mind may most of the time be filled with fantasies of sex.
If he has chosen this certain girl, he’d do everything to impress her. He’d show her his best. And he’d try so hard not to let her see his weaknesses. He’d say all the things he doesn’t necessarily mean, just to get her trust and to make her say yes. He’d give her, his best shot. He would even try to make her feel he is so committed in a relationship. He’d say anything and everything to get what he wants.
During the first stages of their relationship, it would all seem so fine. He’d do all the things that are expected of him as a boyfriend: calls, gifts, visits, attention, surprises, etc.
But then, as time goes by, he would lag on the things he used to do. He’d call less, He visits less, his attention is somewhere else, etc. Problems would arise, and the girlfriend would demand things on their relationship. At this stage, it becomes a burden to him to even do a single act in the name of being a boyfriend. But he has to, because, he needs to get some sex. But he’d become so edgy, he’d notice all the girl’s faults. At this point, his mind would wander on fantasizing on other girls who can give him more than what his girlfriend is giving him or on girls who have what his girlfriend doesn’t have. A small thing leads to a big fight. He would start to grumble a lot. He demands all the things the girl is expected to give him, but he would get away with all his mess if he can. He cannot tolerate the thought that he is doing more in the relationship. As much as possible, he wants to spend lesser effort. But he doesn’t mind doing things that may disappoint or hurt the girl. Cheating is unforgivable to him, but its fine if he cheats.He may even think he is entitled to it. When he thinks that the relationship is already too much for him to bear and a new girl may come and give him a better offer, he will not hesitate to leave his girlfriend. This cycle repeats many times. Still, he is not satisfied.
There maybe girls that he would actually like and he may stay longer with them. But then, he would still reach this stage of breaking up. He’s just looking for something that he hasn’t found in those girls yet. And he’s on his hunt again.
WARNING: Girls, if you are with someone who is still immature, who doesn’t have a clear vision of what’s his life gonna turn out, and most especially… if that person doesn’t even have a clue of himself… consider yourself in a greatest potential of being used just to fill his needs. He may or may have not realized it, but you would end up just the same… being used. Best advice: stay out of this relationship.
THE STAGE OF BOREDOM
This is the stage when you have too much of your experiences of all the jobs and employers you’ve left. You have gotten tired of the cycle and you want to break away from it. You’re in the stage when you’re through with the excitement of what money can buy you. You’ve bought most of the things you’ve dreamed of… or maybe you’ve reached the point of realizing that some of the things you used to think of buying are no longer that important to buy. Then, you start searching for something deeper. This is point when you want some change. You want something totally new. And you’d look back all those times you’ve wasted with those jobs you never intended to keep, or the jobs you just lost along the way… then suddenly, it hits you… am I really just gonna waste my life over this pitiful cycle? Damn no! And then, you’d ask the hardest question: WHAT DO I REALLY WANT?
Translation:
This is the stage when the guy just had too much of all his fun and experiences with girls. This is the stage when he has gotten tired of the same old cycle of hunting and breaking up with girls. He had the fill of his sexual fantasies. And then he’d start seeking for something more valuable. This is the point when he wants to change… when he would want someone totally new… different from the girls he had left or had lost along the way.Then he’d ask the hardest question: WHO DO I REALLY WANT?
THE STAGE OF KNOWING
I’d take it from here, since I will be speaking of my personal experience in this stage of knowing.
Long before I had graduated, I had that concept of the kind of commitment I’d like to offer my skills and talents for. But then, I was caught in the common hype of thinking first of money, so that you can finally be free of doing what you really want. Even if I wasn’t the type who would pursue money for its sake, I was engrossed in amassing wealth to support my dreams. One thing leads to another. So I’ve patterned my life in asking the question: What would gain me more money?
What I was actually doing was: I abandoned my dreams a little while, as I went ahead pursuing money. ‘Wait there, I’d come back for you when I’m ready to pursue and claim you.’ I said. But then, I was caught in the same cycle of striving hard and giving up. Because I did not love the jobs I had, I had little patience for all the things thrown at me because of them. They had been a great burden to me. And all I focused on was: what I was getting. Yes, I could be committed for a while. But then, not long enough boredom catches on me, and my strength wears out on pursuing and on being dedicated to those jobs.
It occurred to me that the kind of relationship I had with my earlier jobs was: consented utilitarianism. I was using them, they were using me. I thought I was getting much from them. But wrong, they were the ones getting most out of me. They have stolen my time and dedication that are supposedly for what I love to do alone. They worn out my strength and detracted me from my focus and attention on my beloved soul-deep dreams. They almost dried me up. And because they had gotten so much of me, it brought me great confusion. I used to know what I really want to do with my life, but because, those jobs gotten pieces of me, I could hardly define myself anymore. And because I am confused of who I am becoming, it made me confused of what I really want. Even if I tried to change my focus from money, to noble things and better things… still, I landed on the land of confusion and dissatisfaction.
Then I pondered on the truth: YOU WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY WANT, IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE. If one doesn’t know who he/she is, he/she may base his/her wanting on the plane of feelings or emotions, rather on his/her desired conscious carefully and willfully thought choices. And worst, he/she may borrow what others want, and own it like his/her own. This is true, because it happened to me, and I’m sure to lot others. At first, I may think I was fine. I could feel that I’m happy with what I was getting from them, but that happiness doesn’t seem to last. It fades soon enough. And I find myself wanting some more: ‘Maybe I just needed, more than this, better than this!’… I THOUGHT. I was lost into groping and reaching outside of myself, by clinging on those temporary things. But I realized that I was just like: CHASING THE WIND. I felt so empty.
Oh, and knowing my one true love? It thrills me to the bone in looking forward to the great adventures that lie ahead as I start pursuing it. This is the cause that I would not mind giving so much of myself, even if I am not compensated, even if I don’t get anything the least… For it, I don’t mind going beyond normal working hours. I don’t mind giving too much of my effort. I don’t mind if it demands so much of me. I’d even try to surpass what I could give. For it, I’d only be concern if I had given enough… because I love it so much, I don’t mind the great deal of self-sacrifice I would have to make, just for it to be fulfilled. This is the great cry of my heart for my one true love. And there is nothing that can discourage me in pursuing it, because I have already realized its nature, and I have already decided to commit myself to it. In doing it, I’m being myself. And in just being myself, God blesses others.
Translation
(Going back with my analogy with guys hunting for their beloved mates)
As I reached this stage of analysis, and as I look back to those companies I have intentionally, or unintentionally used along the process of knowing what I really want, I have come to picture the same scenario with a guy who has intentionally or unintentionally used girls along the process of knowing who he really wants.
When a guy is in the stage of not knowing who he really is, he would have a vague picture of the woman whom he would want to spend the rest of his life with… for how can he know who he really wants if he doesn’t even know who he really is? In the same analogy, how can you know your missing piece, if you don’t even know what kind of piece are you?
And many guys are like this nowadays. They jump from one girl to another. And those who are really passionate can make you believe that they are so in love with you, only to find out that they have said the very words they told you to a lot of other women. And the sad thing is these guys don’t even mind, or are unaware of the great pain they’ve caused to other women. Their barometer is their feelings and their satisfaction. They focus on what their mates can give them, and not much on what they can give their mates.
But once a guy finds his one-true-love, he would offer his whole self just to have her. He wouldn’t mind sacrificing so much of himself for her. He wouldn’t mind giving so much, even if that girl isn’t giving as much. It would even be his pleasure if the girl depends on him.He’d sacrifice a great deal. And it would not be an issue, for he would want to satisfy the woman of his dreams. She is his one true love. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her.He would even offer his own life. It’s like Adam finally finding his Eve. This is the cry of his heart for his one true love.
Friday, August 10, 2012
THOUGHTS: LIFE IS BUT A DREAM
"You dream that you are awake, you dream that you are asleep - and you do not realize you are dreaming because you are still in the dream! Indeed, when you do realize that this is all a dream, you will have already awakened."
We are all familiar with the basic characteristics of our sleeping dreams. Prior to the beginning of the dream, there is deep sleep with its absence of consciousness. The dream then bursts forth in full flower, with people, landscapes, buildings, airplanes; an entire world is created in an instant. During the course of the dream, which may last only a few seconds or minutes, people may appear and vanish or die, buildings may arise and crumble or burn, and oceans may form and reform or disappear. Dramas of every imaginable type may play out, including those with beauty, love, murder, hatred, terror, and lust. However, every dream invariably has one principal figure, that of some representation of the "I". The form of this representation may be different in every respect from the waking "I", but, on awakening, it is immediately clear which figure represented the "I" and which ones did not.
We are all familiar with the basic characteristics of our sleeping dreams. Prior to the beginning of the dream, there is deep sleep with its absence of consciousness. The dream then bursts forth in full flower, with people, landscapes, buildings, airplanes; an entire world is created in an instant. During the course of the dream, which may last only a few seconds or minutes, people may appear and vanish or die, buildings may arise and crumble or burn, and oceans may form and reform or disappear. Dramas of every imaginable type may play out, including those with beauty, love, murder, hatred, terror, and lust. However, every dream invariably has one principal figure, that of some representation of the "I". The form of this representation may be different in every respect from the waking "I", but, on awakening, it is immediately clear which figure represented the "I" and which ones did not.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: LOVE IS ALL AROUND......
The subatomic particles
love each other so much
they form an atom
which loves the other atoms
so much they get together
and form a molecule
which loves the other molecules
so much they bind together
and create matter
material reality
which is so attracted
to other matter
that it collaborates
and cooperates
and works together and creates
binding together
and life is born
and love amplifies
love animates
our very
existence
To not recognize
the overwhelming amount
of love present
in the world
around you
is to just be blind
Wake up
love each other so much
they form an atom
which loves the other atoms
so much they get together
and form a molecule
which loves the other molecules
so much they bind together
and create matter
material reality
which is so attracted
to other matter
that it collaborates
and cooperates
and works together and creates
binding together
and life is born
and love amplifies
love animates
our very
existence
To not recognize
the overwhelming amount
of love present
in the world
around you
is to just be blind
Wake up
POETRY: JUST THAT MOMENT
The lightning in your eyes flashing fire power-
halts the tracks of my time, our time.
The sound of the rocking chair motion beneath you
sounds out the tempo of creation and stills it;
even the smallest birth of a crocus in the yard ceases.
If a pin could drop it would be caught in this moment,
suspended in the air, you know this.
Your smile spreads a broad path across your face
exposing rows of fine white teeth clinched in pleasure.
You bask in inevitable triumph
tainted only by the whisper deep in timeless soul space
that no lightning sent from the eyes of anyone on this earth,
in this time, in this life will ever stop the movement of planets
or the power of gravity itself
as the least glint from my own fire power eyes giggle,
taste the lips of your forever, or fly
in the end .....it is all the same.
Part 2
Everytime you pass before me my heart skips a beat
And everytime your voice surrounds me I can feel the heat
Pulse races and body trembles- hoping we'll soon meet
I long for you.
Feelings scattered cross my mind like clouds upon the breeze
Thoughts and words fly everywhere, yet can't be formed with ease
What it is you mean to me; clear for one who sees
I long for you.
Drowning in a sea of dreams of what I hold most dear
Trapped within a cell I formed by wanting you so near
Companioned in the nights to come, shedding heart born tears
I long for you.
You could be my sun, my moon, my stars within the sky
I would give you all you need and never question why
We have only to join our hearts and venture forth to try
I long for you.
I would answer questions that you never knew to ask
I would gladly go and complete all your unfinished tasks
But most of all, I'll help tear down your self-protective mask
I long for you.
When you finally have the strength to let your heart go free
You'll find that her lost wanderings will end when she?s with me
I offer all it is I am and all I'll ever be
Long for me.
Part 3
Just one kiss
and my life was changed
How was I to know I'd find this?
-A love unrestrained
Just one touch
and my body was engulfed by flame
a desire I had not known much
until the likes of you came
Just those eyes
and I am frozen in time
when beside one another we lie
time passes as quickly as a child's rhyme
Just that moment
and nothing in my life was to be greater
so fast it went
but those moments have got better and better
Just one kiss
and look at us now
you, so much, I miss
and I wonder how-
How can I be so blessed
with something like this?
I received everything I've dreamed of...
In Just One Kiss
Part 4
Coursing. Endlessly searching for twists and turns.
Singing. Small ups and downs make forever melodies.
Following. Every moment trailing the mirrored image.
Carrying. Bearing life that successively gives life.
Man has not created a perpetual machine.
But one with one who's heart beats fast
can only see what doth can't be seen.
And all in all man has found a way,
That lets the sun rise through every day.
For man is not here to be heard or fought;
Thus, his heart is doth not connect to his misinterpret thoughts.
Love has no boundaries and sees all nothings.
Love doth not think on its own; yet it clutches to some things.
My love for you will always be visualized.
And as I walk amongst the winding frolic my love for you is realized
Part 5
The wind moves her hair.
The picture shines light on her face;
Her beauty
Part 6
Coffee shop is crowded
But empty without you
My judgement is clouded
I wonder what to do
You are so far away
When will I next see you
There're things I wanna say
And things I need to do
Can't focus on anything
You're never far from my mind
This thing we have; this little fling
Is something I thought I'd never find
I want to take you in my arms tonight
And hold you close to my heart
This feeling; I cannot fight
I've wanted you from the start
You make me smile
Even when we're apart
Thoughts of you go on for miles
You've awakened my dormant heart
Part 7
Like the boy who juggles all day,
Or that man who can't stop counting his first pay,
I look at you like you;re the only thing I see.
And, like a musician writing his very first piece,
I think of you night and day unable to cease.
And like the enslaved man would pray for freedom,
I pray that you may have wisdom.
And, just as a father would want to be with his new born baby,
I seek and pray that you would want to be with me.
And, as passionate as a lioness protects her young,
Or an eagle monitors her offspring,
I will always be here,
Dedicated and incontestably willing,
Never betraying your soul piercing stare,
For it's undeniably you who wears my Empress' crown.
Timeless and certified I will be in anticipation of your love,
But as one of the wiser men would declare,
If you love a dove,
Release it and wait for it to reappear.
halts the tracks of my time, our time.
The sound of the rocking chair motion beneath you
sounds out the tempo of creation and stills it;
even the smallest birth of a crocus in the yard ceases.
If a pin could drop it would be caught in this moment,
suspended in the air, you know this.
Your smile spreads a broad path across your face
exposing rows of fine white teeth clinched in pleasure.
You bask in inevitable triumph
tainted only by the whisper deep in timeless soul space
that no lightning sent from the eyes of anyone on this earth,
in this time, in this life will ever stop the movement of planets
or the power of gravity itself
as the least glint from my own fire power eyes giggle,
taste the lips of your forever, or fly
in the end .....it is all the same.
Part 2
Everytime you pass before me my heart skips a beat
And everytime your voice surrounds me I can feel the heat
Pulse races and body trembles- hoping we'll soon meet
I long for you.
Feelings scattered cross my mind like clouds upon the breeze
Thoughts and words fly everywhere, yet can't be formed with ease
What it is you mean to me; clear for one who sees
I long for you.
Drowning in a sea of dreams of what I hold most dear
Trapped within a cell I formed by wanting you so near
Companioned in the nights to come, shedding heart born tears
I long for you.
You could be my sun, my moon, my stars within the sky
I would give you all you need and never question why
We have only to join our hearts and venture forth to try
I long for you.
I would answer questions that you never knew to ask
I would gladly go and complete all your unfinished tasks
But most of all, I'll help tear down your self-protective mask
I long for you.
When you finally have the strength to let your heart go free
You'll find that her lost wanderings will end when she?s with me
I offer all it is I am and all I'll ever be
Long for me.
Part 3
Just one kiss
and my life was changed
How was I to know I'd find this?
-A love unrestrained
Just one touch
and my body was engulfed by flame
a desire I had not known much
until the likes of you came
Just those eyes
and I am frozen in time
when beside one another we lie
time passes as quickly as a child's rhyme
Just that moment
and nothing in my life was to be greater
so fast it went
but those moments have got better and better
Just one kiss
and look at us now
you, so much, I miss
and I wonder how-
How can I be so blessed
with something like this?
I received everything I've dreamed of...
In Just One Kiss
Part 4
Coursing. Endlessly searching for twists and turns.
Singing. Small ups and downs make forever melodies.
Following. Every moment trailing the mirrored image.
Carrying. Bearing life that successively gives life.
Man has not created a perpetual machine.
But one with one who's heart beats fast
can only see what doth can't be seen.
And all in all man has found a way,
That lets the sun rise through every day.
For man is not here to be heard or fought;
Thus, his heart is doth not connect to his misinterpret thoughts.
Love has no boundaries and sees all nothings.
Love doth not think on its own; yet it clutches to some things.
My love for you will always be visualized.
And as I walk amongst the winding frolic my love for you is realized
Part 5
The wind moves her hair.
The picture shines light on her face;
Her beauty
Part 6
Coffee shop is crowded
But empty without you
My judgement is clouded
I wonder what to do
You are so far away
When will I next see you
There're things I wanna say
And things I need to do
Can't focus on anything
You're never far from my mind
This thing we have; this little fling
Is something I thought I'd never find
I want to take you in my arms tonight
And hold you close to my heart
This feeling; I cannot fight
I've wanted you from the start
You make me smile
Even when we're apart
Thoughts of you go on for miles
You've awakened my dormant heart
Part 7
Like the boy who juggles all day,
Or that man who can't stop counting his first pay,
I look at you like you;re the only thing I see.
And, like a musician writing his very first piece,
I think of you night and day unable to cease.
And like the enslaved man would pray for freedom,
I pray that you may have wisdom.
And, just as a father would want to be with his new born baby,
I seek and pray that you would want to be with me.
And, as passionate as a lioness protects her young,
Or an eagle monitors her offspring,
I will always be here,
Dedicated and incontestably willing,
Never betraying your soul piercing stare,
For it's undeniably you who wears my Empress' crown.
Timeless and certified I will be in anticipation of your love,
But as one of the wiser men would declare,
If you love a dove,
Release it and wait for it to reappear.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER:DURING THE NIGHT
Dear Future Love,
Sometimes, late at night I lay awake and watch you sleep. Through the sliver of moonlight that spills across your face and onto my sheets, I observe your peaceful slumber. I close my eyes and try and surrender myself to such a sleep. But I can’t. Instead I burrow my way into you. I wiggle myself back until I am resting comfortably in your warm, soft nook. As if by instinct your arms wrap around me and you let out a long, slow sigh. Your soft breath tickles my neck, and your feet shift to try and warm mine. Even while sleeping you are silently taking care of me. I listen to the nothingness that surrounds us. I am always amazed at the silence. Where has the city gone? Am I really the only one still awake?
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I scan the piles of clothes, the silent piano and the stacks of books that reside around my room. The green glow of the digital clock reminds me it is late. Like an angry mother it scolds me for being awake at such an hour, and so I try again to sleep. I listen to your deep, steady breaths and try to match them. First I’m too slow, then too fast. Finally we breathe together. In and out. In and out. I am suddenly aware of our hearts beating. if I think hard enough can I really feel your heart through mine. Can i convince our heats to beat together simultaneously? I relax and concentrate. Breath for breath, beat by beat; like a metronome keeping time with our bodies I wait until we’ve become one singular beating, breathing organism. Are you aware of this synchronization? You in dreamland, me in reality. I’m tempted to wake you up and ask about your dreams. Was I there? Could you feel me? As I roll over to look at your face it starts to rain. The drops ping and ting the air-conditioner that hangs precariously six stories high outside my window. You’ve rolled onto your back now and our breaths have varied. You let out a little snore, a mumble and your hand searches for me under the covers. You settle on my left thigh and give it a little pat before you relax back into your deep-breathing slumber.
My eyes are beginning to droop and the room is turning fuzzy. The winter wind roars outside the window, but I am unaware of its cold breath as I lay contently entangled in your legs, wrapped in your warmth, in the middle of this long, december night
Sometimes, late at night I lay awake and watch you sleep. Through the sliver of moonlight that spills across your face and onto my sheets, I observe your peaceful slumber. I close my eyes and try and surrender myself to such a sleep. But I can’t. Instead I burrow my way into you. I wiggle myself back until I am resting comfortably in your warm, soft nook. As if by instinct your arms wrap around me and you let out a long, slow sigh. Your soft breath tickles my neck, and your feet shift to try and warm mine. Even while sleeping you are silently taking care of me. I listen to the nothingness that surrounds us. I am always amazed at the silence. Where has the city gone? Am I really the only one still awake?
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I scan the piles of clothes, the silent piano and the stacks of books that reside around my room. The green glow of the digital clock reminds me it is late. Like an angry mother it scolds me for being awake at such an hour, and so I try again to sleep. I listen to your deep, steady breaths and try to match them. First I’m too slow, then too fast. Finally we breathe together. In and out. In and out. I am suddenly aware of our hearts beating. if I think hard enough can I really feel your heart through mine. Can i convince our heats to beat together simultaneously? I relax and concentrate. Breath for breath, beat by beat; like a metronome keeping time with our bodies I wait until we’ve become one singular beating, breathing organism. Are you aware of this synchronization? You in dreamland, me in reality. I’m tempted to wake you up and ask about your dreams. Was I there? Could you feel me? As I roll over to look at your face it starts to rain. The drops ping and ting the air-conditioner that hangs precariously six stories high outside my window. You’ve rolled onto your back now and our breaths have varied. You let out a little snore, a mumble and your hand searches for me under the covers. You settle on my left thigh and give it a little pat before you relax back into your deep-breathing slumber.
My eyes are beginning to droop and the room is turning fuzzy. The winter wind roars outside the window, but I am unaware of its cold breath as I lay contently entangled in your legs, wrapped in your warmth, in the middle of this long, december night
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL
Dear Future Love
You are so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Your beauty overwhelms me in the best way possible. Everyday I am amazed at who you are; who you have the possibility of becoming. I have never seen so much potential buzzing around in one person. I have never seen a person who is already so wonderful without that potential. You don’t have to do a thing and I will always see you as the most incredible person I know. I have always always believed in you. I have always loved you. Your face, your soul, your words. You consume me and I love it. I want to crawl up next to you and stay there forever. Once I find you, I don’t want to ever leave. I want to travel the world with you. I want to settle down with you. I want to experience everything life has to offer with you by my side. No one else. Only you. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are the cold to my hot, the hot to my cold, the ketchup to my jam. I want you to come across this site and find this. I can’t tell you all of this. I don’t know if you want to hear it or not. I’d rather you come across it. Find me, love.
You are so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Your beauty overwhelms me in the best way possible. Everyday I am amazed at who you are; who you have the possibility of becoming. I have never seen so much potential buzzing around in one person. I have never seen a person who is already so wonderful without that potential. You don’t have to do a thing and I will always see you as the most incredible person I know. I have always always believed in you. I have always loved you. Your face, your soul, your words. You consume me and I love it. I want to crawl up next to you and stay there forever. Once I find you, I don’t want to ever leave. I want to travel the world with you. I want to settle down with you. I want to experience everything life has to offer with you by my side. No one else. Only you. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are the cold to my hot, the hot to my cold, the ketchup to my jam. I want you to come across this site and find this. I can’t tell you all of this. I don’t know if you want to hear it or not. I’d rather you come across it. Find me, love.
PERSONAL/LETTER: LOVE INCLUDES SO MANY THINGS
Dear love,
This love I have for you – it’s hard to describe, yet easy to feel. It’s difficult to convey save for the actions of every day life. I don’t know how to tell you that I love you without making you uncomfortable or scaring you away. I suppose saying it isn’t really necessary, since giving the condition a name doesn’t change its qualities…however, I can’t help but feel there’s something to say about the inability to say it at all. I understand that receiving love, and loving someone in return, is terrifying. You’re not the sort to make yourself vulnerable and neither am I. Love makes you weak in a way, I guess you could say…but more importantly, it makes you strong. This is just one of the reasons that I love love, and love loving you in particular.
You seem to want a definition…yet I don’t have one. I will never have one. Love, at least to me, includes so many things that I don’t even know where or how to begin. Yet if you can’t just trust that you love someone – that you think of them more fondly than others in a peculiar way; admire them for the things that make them who they are and respect them for these very same attributes – then maybe you will never be able to love. Love is and will always be a leap of faith. Just like in life, there is no sure thing in love. You just have to trust. There is no answer – you just know. Yet there’s no way to ‘know’, especially if you pick it apart. Eventually love will be destroyed by all the prodding, analyzing and dissection.
If there is any way to ‘know’ love – any sort of way to describe or define it – this is highly subjective. Love, at least to me, is selfless yet completely selfish. I love you for who you are and would do most anything for you if you needed me to. This selfless love is something quite gradual that grows as I get to know you better and catch glimpses of your innate, immutable qualities – your kindness, your integrity, your character. While human beings are continuously mutating creatures, I do believe that there are things in us that are tested by life and time, yet do not change. This is the foundation of a human being, maybe it’s the soul, I don’t know – but these are the very things that I see in you every day. I can’t help but love this woman who exhibits many of the qualities that I admire, and also hope to possess. Selfless love leads to selfish love. I also love you for my own sake – for how you improve my life by driving me to be kinder and more understanding; changing the way I see myself and the world; making me question and even strengthen my beliefs and values. Yet it’s also just as simple as the fact that you make me feel wonderful and help me enjoy life just a little more than I would without you.
I want to know what you think about love. I admit, I don’t understand why you shy away from love the way you do. I can’t help but think that the more one stresses over ‘knowing’ what love is, the more likely he will be to let it slip by. There is no way to ‘know’ other than by the standards you, and you alone, create for yourself. As I’ve already said, it’s a scary thing, but it is so worth the risk. And if you think of love, and if you think of possibly loving me – I hope you realize that there isn’t much risk involved.
This love I have for you – it’s hard to describe, yet easy to feel. It’s difficult to convey save for the actions of every day life. I don’t know how to tell you that I love you without making you uncomfortable or scaring you away. I suppose saying it isn’t really necessary, since giving the condition a name doesn’t change its qualities…however, I can’t help but feel there’s something to say about the inability to say it at all. I understand that receiving love, and loving someone in return, is terrifying. You’re not the sort to make yourself vulnerable and neither am I. Love makes you weak in a way, I guess you could say…but more importantly, it makes you strong. This is just one of the reasons that I love love, and love loving you in particular.
You seem to want a definition…yet I don’t have one. I will never have one. Love, at least to me, includes so many things that I don’t even know where or how to begin. Yet if you can’t just trust that you love someone – that you think of them more fondly than others in a peculiar way; admire them for the things that make them who they are and respect them for these very same attributes – then maybe you will never be able to love. Love is and will always be a leap of faith. Just like in life, there is no sure thing in love. You just have to trust. There is no answer – you just know. Yet there’s no way to ‘know’, especially if you pick it apart. Eventually love will be destroyed by all the prodding, analyzing and dissection.
If there is any way to ‘know’ love – any sort of way to describe or define it – this is highly subjective. Love, at least to me, is selfless yet completely selfish. I love you for who you are and would do most anything for you if you needed me to. This selfless love is something quite gradual that grows as I get to know you better and catch glimpses of your innate, immutable qualities – your kindness, your integrity, your character. While human beings are continuously mutating creatures, I do believe that there are things in us that are tested by life and time, yet do not change. This is the foundation of a human being, maybe it’s the soul, I don’t know – but these are the very things that I see in you every day. I can’t help but love this woman who exhibits many of the qualities that I admire, and also hope to possess. Selfless love leads to selfish love. I also love you for my own sake – for how you improve my life by driving me to be kinder and more understanding; changing the way I see myself and the world; making me question and even strengthen my beliefs and values. Yet it’s also just as simple as the fact that you make me feel wonderful and help me enjoy life just a little more than I would without you.
I want to know what you think about love. I admit, I don’t understand why you shy away from love the way you do. I can’t help but think that the more one stresses over ‘knowing’ what love is, the more likely he will be to let it slip by. There is no way to ‘know’ other than by the standards you, and you alone, create for yourself. As I’ve already said, it’s a scary thing, but it is so worth the risk. And if you think of love, and if you think of possibly loving me – I hope you realize that there isn’t much risk involved.
POETRY: TWO SPIRIT SOULS IN A PERFECT HARMONY
PART 1
It was foretold
And came to be,
Two spirit souls
In perfect harmony;
A moment in time
Their lives entwined.
A passion indefinable
True and fair,
A tenderness unrivalled
Loveliness so rare,
A heart fulfilled
She is everything, everywhere.
Musing upon such beauty
All that which is about me,
Gazing at starlit heavens above
I readily confess-
To have no greater love
Than for my princess.
PART 2
Take a trip with me,
All the way to the stars,
Far beyond the sky,
Hold on tight,
And don't look back,
We'll graze the moon,
As we pass it by,
Heading further into nothing,
Not knowing where we're going,
Seeing only each other now,
Black surrounding us both,
Far away from problems,
And everything life brings,
Touch the stars,
For they are in our reach,
Anything you want,
You can have it,
Take a trip with me,
You will not regret it.
PART 3
Why must I feel this way? I am a man of many torments,some of wich I cannot describe. There are certain things missing, such as my love. Without her I am not who I am supposed to be. Every day I question, does she feel the same as I? Does she love me as much as I love her? And with every thought I die! I have died so many times, that I don't know if I die again, if that will be the final. Sometimes I feel as if that would be the best thing. I would miss everyone, but this pain I would not. Just as long as I may take the love I have. I would be in a better place. My heart stays with her, and she shall keep it. I no longer have any use for it. I love her! And my heart is a symbol
of that, so that she may never forget me, and forever know, I will always be with her!
PART 4
Love lasts forever~
It does not change with the passing of seasons~
Nor does it fall away like leaves of a tree before a long winter~
But stays rooted deeply within~
Love is intended to endure~solid as a rock~
It should not be shaken~
It should not exist for the soul purpose of gain~
But given freely from one heart in love with another~
Love, everlasting love~
Whose origin must come from heaven above~
A god sent reminder of what true caring is all about~
The gift of all gifts~
Priceless~
True love....
PART 5
Her eyes, yes, her eyes
As twilight shades beckoning serenity
And mystery
The complexity of her being, open for all to see
Her eyes, sparkling bastions of mischievous merriment
Yet, softly caressing nature's souls
She gazes skyward and a thought floats heavenward
A caring soul touches the ether
and joins with the other gentle souls
In a melting melding vapor of exhaustion
She sighs, the weight of caring, care-taking,
heavy in her heart
She joyously carries on, her smile blessing those around her
Her loveliness infusing the atmosphere
with the perfumed romance of her song
Innocuously she brushes her hair back from her laughing eyes
Tossing her head self-assuredly
Her strength showing...
In her eyes,
Yes!
Her lovely eyes.
PART 6
She gently walked up to me
Without my request or invitation
She swiftly placed her hand on me
Before I could even utter a word
She suddenly pulled out a candlestick
And melted every ice block under my feet
She looked very close at my fingernails
And removed all the thorns that's hidden for ages
She rubbed my face with vanishing cream
And massaged my chest with tears from her eyes
She soothes my pain with her magic touch
And all my memory suddenly faded away
She looked into my eyes, saw my diseases
And nodded her head, a sign of relief
Then she panel beat every broken bone in my body
Which finally made me become a perfect being
Who she's, is still unknown to me
She came in my dream and made me whole
Who she was no one could tell
Whether a stranger, a lover, or an angel
PART 7
The power of a dream
The memory of a moment
The warmth of a smile
The excitement of a love
A silent reverie can bring
About the softest of emotions,
Squeezing one's heart
In exactly the right place.
Sometimes when I dream
I think of my soul as so beautiful.
Sometimes when I speak,
I think of my thoughts as so powerful.
The warmth of a dream
The excitement of a moment
The memory of a smile
The power of a love...
when you love the person you have become.
PART 8
You look up at the star-filled night and wonder what it is that you're searching for. Your eye lids blink then close and lightning streaks across the black once more. A tear finds its way down your cheek as in your mind the rain begins to fall. Washing away your shield made of sand, forever drowning the sound of my call. Silent echoes whisper throughout the passing breeze,flirting ever so gently with your ear. These silent echoes fill the canyons of your heart but never loud enough for you to hear.
PART 9
O love invisible
In my heart I can see you
O love indescribable
In my soul I can feel you
O love indecipherable
Within me I seek the knowledge of you
O love unfathomable
I long the more to understand you
Amid cheerfulness and tranquility
You reaches the realm of inaccessible
Beyond all that physical senses could conceive
You dwell in life-delighting heaven
Imagining out of all sense and reason
You strike the mind with uncontrollable mystery
Inapprehensible you'll ever remain
And I'll ever be drawn close to you
PART 10
Look into a woman's eyes
tell me what you see.
Is it love, is it strength
or is it me?
Is it hunger or does it bleed?
True love follows your heart
you just have to lead.
When a woman smiles
do you quiver? Or do you shine?
Do you tie up in knots
or do you feel just fine?
When a woman's lips come close to yours
what is it that you see?
They touch, you feel
warmth, tingles
shame?
What is it that you see
behind your darkened eyes?
Do you love her or is it the thought of me?
Do you feel her touch reach for you at night?
Do you try to hold her tight?
Is it really the woman before you that you love?
Or is it a being to hold and touch and try to love?
Tell me, please, is it true love
for me or a fantasy for you?
It was foretold
And came to be,
Two spirit souls
In perfect harmony;
A moment in time
Their lives entwined.
A passion indefinable
True and fair,
A tenderness unrivalled
Loveliness so rare,
A heart fulfilled
She is everything, everywhere.
Musing upon such beauty
All that which is about me,
Gazing at starlit heavens above
I readily confess-
To have no greater love
Than for my princess.
PART 2
Take a trip with me,
All the way to the stars,
Far beyond the sky,
Hold on tight,
And don't look back,
We'll graze the moon,
As we pass it by,
Heading further into nothing,
Not knowing where we're going,
Seeing only each other now,
Black surrounding us both,
Far away from problems,
And everything life brings,
Touch the stars,
For they are in our reach,
Anything you want,
You can have it,
Take a trip with me,
You will not regret it.
PART 3
Why must I feel this way? I am a man of many torments,some of wich I cannot describe. There are certain things missing, such as my love. Without her I am not who I am supposed to be. Every day I question, does she feel the same as I? Does she love me as much as I love her? And with every thought I die! I have died so many times, that I don't know if I die again, if that will be the final. Sometimes I feel as if that would be the best thing. I would miss everyone, but this pain I would not. Just as long as I may take the love I have. I would be in a better place. My heart stays with her, and she shall keep it. I no longer have any use for it. I love her! And my heart is a symbol
of that, so that she may never forget me, and forever know, I will always be with her!
PART 4
Love lasts forever~
It does not change with the passing of seasons~
Nor does it fall away like leaves of a tree before a long winter~
But stays rooted deeply within~
Love is intended to endure~solid as a rock~
It should not be shaken~
It should not exist for the soul purpose of gain~
But given freely from one heart in love with another~
Love, everlasting love~
Whose origin must come from heaven above~
A god sent reminder of what true caring is all about~
The gift of all gifts~
Priceless~
True love....
PART 5
Her eyes, yes, her eyes
As twilight shades beckoning serenity
And mystery
The complexity of her being, open for all to see
Her eyes, sparkling bastions of mischievous merriment
Yet, softly caressing nature's souls
She gazes skyward and a thought floats heavenward
A caring soul touches the ether
and joins with the other gentle souls
In a melting melding vapor of exhaustion
She sighs, the weight of caring, care-taking,
heavy in her heart
She joyously carries on, her smile blessing those around her
Her loveliness infusing the atmosphere
with the perfumed romance of her song
Innocuously she brushes her hair back from her laughing eyes
Tossing her head self-assuredly
Her strength showing...
In her eyes,
Yes!
Her lovely eyes.
PART 6
She gently walked up to me
Without my request or invitation
She swiftly placed her hand on me
Before I could even utter a word
She suddenly pulled out a candlestick
And melted every ice block under my feet
She looked very close at my fingernails
And removed all the thorns that's hidden for ages
She rubbed my face with vanishing cream
And massaged my chest with tears from her eyes
She soothes my pain with her magic touch
And all my memory suddenly faded away
She looked into my eyes, saw my diseases
And nodded her head, a sign of relief
Then she panel beat every broken bone in my body
Which finally made me become a perfect being
Who she's, is still unknown to me
She came in my dream and made me whole
Who she was no one could tell
Whether a stranger, a lover, or an angel
PART 7
The power of a dream
The memory of a moment
The warmth of a smile
The excitement of a love
A silent reverie can bring
About the softest of emotions,
Squeezing one's heart
In exactly the right place.
Sometimes when I dream
I think of my soul as so beautiful.
Sometimes when I speak,
I think of my thoughts as so powerful.
The warmth of a dream
The excitement of a moment
The memory of a smile
The power of a love...
when you love the person you have become.
PART 8
You look up at the star-filled night and wonder what it is that you're searching for. Your eye lids blink then close and lightning streaks across the black once more. A tear finds its way down your cheek as in your mind the rain begins to fall. Washing away your shield made of sand, forever drowning the sound of my call. Silent echoes whisper throughout the passing breeze,flirting ever so gently with your ear. These silent echoes fill the canyons of your heart but never loud enough for you to hear.
PART 9
O love invisible
In my heart I can see you
O love indescribable
In my soul I can feel you
O love indecipherable
Within me I seek the knowledge of you
O love unfathomable
I long the more to understand you
Amid cheerfulness and tranquility
You reaches the realm of inaccessible
Beyond all that physical senses could conceive
You dwell in life-delighting heaven
Imagining out of all sense and reason
You strike the mind with uncontrollable mystery
Inapprehensible you'll ever remain
And I'll ever be drawn close to you
PART 10
Look into a woman's eyes
tell me what you see.
Is it love, is it strength
or is it me?
Is it hunger or does it bleed?
True love follows your heart
you just have to lead.
When a woman smiles
do you quiver? Or do you shine?
Do you tie up in knots
or do you feel just fine?
When a woman's lips come close to yours
what is it that you see?
They touch, you feel
warmth, tingles
shame?
What is it that you see
behind your darkened eyes?
Do you love her or is it the thought of me?
Do you feel her touch reach for you at night?
Do you try to hold her tight?
Is it really the woman before you that you love?
Or is it a being to hold and touch and try to love?
Tell me, please, is it true love
for me or a fantasy for you?
PERSONAL/LETTER: YOU ARE THE ONE
Dear future love,
We all want to fall in love. why? because that experience makes us feel completely alive, where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we’re flying into the heavens. it may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon, but that doesn’t diminish its value cause we’re left with memories that we’ll treasure for the rest of our live.The greatest feeling in the world is to be around someone who wants to hold you, wants to kiss your forehead, wants to be around you, wants to call you at night, wants to see you smile. But I think what’s better than that is finding someone who does it all because she wants to see you happy.It’s not the person you’re with but the person you become when you’re with that person. certain people bring out your best self. that’s who you need to find, a someone who brings out your best self.
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self,any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.Love is standing on wet cement ..the longer you stay, the harder it is to leave and you can never let go without leaving your . f . o . o . t . p . r . i . n . t . s
Do you remember the night our lives changed? I remember. The way you looked, the way you smiled, the way you smelled, the way you laughed and the way your shy eyes couldn’t quite meet mine. That made my heart flutter. Did I ever tell you that?
The days went by, slowly at first. Every second I spent with you felt like an eternity because the world stopped when I was with you. Problems, worries, despair and frustration would melt away. The way your smile made your eyes blaze and my heart explode, I will never forget that.
Our days slid into weeks and months and as the time passed, my adoration for you only intensified. The way you snore when you sleep, stutter when you get excited telling a story, take me in your arms for no reason and kiss me in that spot that only you know. That’s why I love you.
Most of all, though, I love when you look at me. Your eyes, so kind, look past me. They look into me. You see me, who I am to myself and not the world. You see my faults, my failing, my frailty. But you see beyond it, too. You discover what the world neglects: my fire, my passion, myself.
So you see, you are the one. The only one. The true one.
Missing you, why, there’s nothing better in the world. Because, when I miss you, I think of you, and when I think of you, it makes my heart dream.
So always remember, you are mine and I am yours. We are us
We all want to fall in love. why? because that experience makes us feel completely alive, where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we’re flying into the heavens. it may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon, but that doesn’t diminish its value cause we’re left with memories that we’ll treasure for the rest of our live.The greatest feeling in the world is to be around someone who wants to hold you, wants to kiss your forehead, wants to be around you, wants to call you at night, wants to see you smile. But I think what’s better than that is finding someone who does it all because she wants to see you happy.It’s not the person you’re with but the person you become when you’re with that person. certain people bring out your best self. that’s who you need to find, a someone who brings out your best self.
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self,any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.Love is standing on wet cement ..the longer you stay, the harder it is to leave and you can never let go without leaving your . f . o . o . t . p . r . i . n . t . s
Do you remember the night our lives changed? I remember. The way you looked, the way you smiled, the way you smelled, the way you laughed and the way your shy eyes couldn’t quite meet mine. That made my heart flutter. Did I ever tell you that?
The days went by, slowly at first. Every second I spent with you felt like an eternity because the world stopped when I was with you. Problems, worries, despair and frustration would melt away. The way your smile made your eyes blaze and my heart explode, I will never forget that.
Our days slid into weeks and months and as the time passed, my adoration for you only intensified. The way you snore when you sleep, stutter when you get excited telling a story, take me in your arms for no reason and kiss me in that spot that only you know. That’s why I love you.
Most of all, though, I love when you look at me. Your eyes, so kind, look past me. They look into me. You see me, who I am to myself and not the world. You see my faults, my failing, my frailty. But you see beyond it, too. You discover what the world neglects: my fire, my passion, myself.
So you see, you are the one. The only one. The true one.
Missing you, why, there’s nothing better in the world. Because, when I miss you, I think of you, and when I think of you, it makes my heart dream.
So always remember, you are mine and I am yours. We are us
POETRY: IN MAGICAL MOMENTS
Love, it defies my definition
Save it's my obsession
My desire for you
Why, I know not
You were my unfulfilled
fantasies
My most inner, deepest desires
That was the beginning
And then the
fantasies were
fulfilled
In magical moments
of delightful melodies
That was then . . .
And now, well it's
different
In fulfillment, you --
became my soul
And my soul was yours
Our minds fused in
a loving intermingling
Blood in blood,
warm and fresh
Our lives became real
And the fantasy
became life
I feel every breathe,
every gasp, even --
the slightest
reflection
of your mind
Such communion and
yet . . .
It seems improbable
Our places have been
apart ten thousand
years
Our lives so different
Yet . . .
We know each other
intimately
And in intimacy we
discovered what
we already knew
So if I ask:
Love, what is love?
I can say simply:
we are love
We all need it
deep down in our soul,
Someone to love
someone to hold.
A gentle touch,
a listening ear...
To let us know
that love is near.
Love is all
but just a word,
That lingers on
yet seldom heard.
Love cannot be
bought or sold...
A timeless treasure,
Love is gold.
A Man and a Woman;
both torn in between the cracks of compassion
Two Souls
combined in a universe of faltering emotions.
The Woman,
with no question, nor uncertainty of what she tastes.
The Man,
who builds up confusion as a wall, turns his head the other way.
The Woman,
brought into a world where her senses are consumed by love.
The Man,
who may never want to venture a good thing,
And fails to face
what the woman really wants and craves.
If he allows her to enter his world,
he allows her to love him unconditionally...
The woman,
in awe of his existence alone, but heart broken,
For she has already entered that world,
and cannot turn back.
Frustration soaks up inside of her,
only to bring disillusion.
Two Souls
combined in an eternally powerful relationship...
One, a Woman,
who gives her heart in despair, because she fears his loss,
Scared she will loose his spirit,
his heart, his insight, his totality
To something he is not sure of,
or does not crave as much as she does.
Another, a Man,
who might have given up on what could have been true love,
But has not given up
on what is and always will be a secure friendship.
Grateful to have met such a unique woman,
but blinded to what she desires.
And so, in the end...
Two Souls
are combined and tied in a sturdy, never-ending friendship...
But soon, passion is bound to creep out from it's hiding place,
and bound to find a way
Into the combined souls of the Man and the Woman,
never to disappear and always to remain a part of them.
Destiny has chosen them to meet,
but they must choose what path to take,
And that path will impact them both for eternity...
I have drifted about never knowing it's meaning,
As many others, I do suppose.
Countless centuries of attempted definitions,
And lifetimes of imagined impressions.
I have found it or it has found me,
This wondrous and fervent emotion.
Not tangible they say - I beg to differ,
I have embraced it and will not let it go.
It is within my heart and throughout my soul,
A warm blanket around me in a cold world.
My heart is dancing in heaven,
My feet struggle to reach for the earth.
More questions than answers it poses,
Yet the answers are the questions themselves.
Never will I forfeit this magnificent state,
For now that it has arrived, it is mine forevermore.
Not is it the words, nor is it the actions,
Nor is it the acquisition of another?s adoration.
It is merely the exhilarated confirmation to myself,
That I am capable of feeling such brilliance.
Save it's my obsession
My desire for you
Why, I know not
You were my unfulfilled
fantasies
My most inner, deepest desires
That was the beginning
And then the
fantasies were
fulfilled
In magical moments
of delightful melodies
That was then . . .
And now, well it's
different
In fulfillment, you --
became my soul
And my soul was yours
Our minds fused in
a loving intermingling
Blood in blood,
warm and fresh
Our lives became real
And the fantasy
became life
I feel every breathe,
every gasp, even --
the slightest
reflection
of your mind
Such communion and
yet . . .
It seems improbable
Our places have been
apart ten thousand
years
Our lives so different
Yet . . .
We know each other
intimately
And in intimacy we
discovered what
we already knew
So if I ask:
Love, what is love?
I can say simply:
we are love
We all need it
deep down in our soul,
Someone to love
someone to hold.
A gentle touch,
a listening ear...
To let us know
that love is near.
Love is all
but just a word,
That lingers on
yet seldom heard.
Love cannot be
bought or sold...
A timeless treasure,
Love is gold.
A Man and a Woman;
both torn in between the cracks of compassion
Two Souls
combined in a universe of faltering emotions.
The Woman,
with no question, nor uncertainty of what she tastes.
The Man,
who builds up confusion as a wall, turns his head the other way.
The Woman,
brought into a world where her senses are consumed by love.
The Man,
who may never want to venture a good thing,
And fails to face
what the woman really wants and craves.
If he allows her to enter his world,
he allows her to love him unconditionally...
The woman,
in awe of his existence alone, but heart broken,
For she has already entered that world,
and cannot turn back.
Frustration soaks up inside of her,
only to bring disillusion.
Two Souls
combined in an eternally powerful relationship...
One, a Woman,
who gives her heart in despair, because she fears his loss,
Scared she will loose his spirit,
his heart, his insight, his totality
To something he is not sure of,
or does not crave as much as she does.
Another, a Man,
who might have given up on what could have been true love,
But has not given up
on what is and always will be a secure friendship.
Grateful to have met such a unique woman,
but blinded to what she desires.
And so, in the end...
Two Souls
are combined and tied in a sturdy, never-ending friendship...
But soon, passion is bound to creep out from it's hiding place,
and bound to find a way
Into the combined souls of the Man and the Woman,
never to disappear and always to remain a part of them.
Destiny has chosen them to meet,
but they must choose what path to take,
And that path will impact them both for eternity...
I have drifted about never knowing it's meaning,
As many others, I do suppose.
Countless centuries of attempted definitions,
And lifetimes of imagined impressions.
I have found it or it has found me,
This wondrous and fervent emotion.
Not tangible they say - I beg to differ,
I have embraced it and will not let it go.
It is within my heart and throughout my soul,
A warm blanket around me in a cold world.
My heart is dancing in heaven,
My feet struggle to reach for the earth.
More questions than answers it poses,
Yet the answers are the questions themselves.
Never will I forfeit this magnificent state,
For now that it has arrived, it is mine forevermore.
Not is it the words, nor is it the actions,
Nor is it the acquisition of another?s adoration.
It is merely the exhilarated confirmation to myself,
That I am capable of feeling such brilliance.
THOUGHTS: SOMETIME I WANT TO QUIT BEING A DOCTOR
Do you ever want to quit? Do you ever wish you could just take your life and turn it upside down? Do something entirely different? Do you ever, dear doctors, fantasize about other jobs, other professions? Do you feel guilty when you have such decadent thoughts?
I think about it sometimes. Not because I hate medicine, or because I’m burnt-out, or because I’m impaired. I just think that maybe, life is too short and too wonderful to do only one thing for an entire lifetime. I’ve fantasized about all kinds of different careers. After a busy emergency department shift, when I’m asked about 10,000 questions for eight hours, I think I’d like to retire as the night security guard for a mall. Just walking and checking locks, sitting down when I want, exercising as much as I need by pacing the circumference of a large shopping center (on a carpeted floor, more cushioned than our hospital tile and concrete). I’m sure it’s harder than that, but it’s my fantasy!
I’ve imagined life running a bookstore, or working as a hunting guide; owning a gun-shop or being a firearms instructor. Of course, you know that I love to imagine myself as a writer, being paid for the words that come out of my head onto paper and computer screens.
Why do I do it? How many people fantasize about being physicians? I mean, I get to help the sick, save the occasional dying, do incredible procedures. I get paid very well to do it, to boot! Why change?
Why change? Maybe we all get a little bored. Let’s face it, even the best trauma surgeon in the busiest trauma center eventually says ‘well, I guess I’ve seen it all now!’ All of us have monotony built into our work lives. Chest pain, abdominal pain, headache, fracture, poisoning, gun-shot wound, all of these entities become part of a dance in the end. And it’s a dance we know so very well, having moved to the music thousands upon thousands of times for each of our most common diagnoses. EKG, Chest X-ray, enzymes, da,da,da; aspirin, nitro, oxygen, da, da, da. ‘The same as it ever was, the same as it ever was…’
This may be good, so long as we don’t fall into laziness. We become very good at things we do over and over again. The old martial arts maxim holds true: ‘The secret is, there is no secret. Repetition and practice are key.’ And yet, repetition, boredom, the same thing, all of these can get inside our brains and make us want to be, well, security guards or something!
It isn’t wrong, you know. To want to quit, or to quit! Just remember that no one else will understand; no one outside of medicine, that is. They’ll say, ‘oh, but you help so many people!’ Or ‘you’ll be wasting all of that education!’ Or this: ‘God gave you a gift! You can’t throw it away!’
Remember, if you want to change, that these people would have said to St. Peter: ‘Sure you could follow Jesus, but people need fish! Don’t quit yet! Give it a little while!’ And to young David, ‘King? Who wants the trouble? You’re an excellent shepherd. Don’t forget how much the sheep need you!’
We all have a path to follow. Sometimes, I believe, God takes us in very un-expected directions. And sometimes, a thing that seems wonderful to everyone else isn’t so wonderful anymore to us, as we trudge the halls of the world’s emergency rooms and hospitals, overwhelmed, tired and often quite traumatized by what we have seen.
If you need a break, do it. And don’t feel guilty. Maybe you’re needed somewhere else!
I think about it sometimes. Not because I hate medicine, or because I’m burnt-out, or because I’m impaired. I just think that maybe, life is too short and too wonderful to do only one thing for an entire lifetime. I’ve fantasized about all kinds of different careers. After a busy emergency department shift, when I’m asked about 10,000 questions for eight hours, I think I’d like to retire as the night security guard for a mall. Just walking and checking locks, sitting down when I want, exercising as much as I need by pacing the circumference of a large shopping center (on a carpeted floor, more cushioned than our hospital tile and concrete). I’m sure it’s harder than that, but it’s my fantasy!
I’ve imagined life running a bookstore, or working as a hunting guide; owning a gun-shop or being a firearms instructor. Of course, you know that I love to imagine myself as a writer, being paid for the words that come out of my head onto paper and computer screens.
Why do I do it? How many people fantasize about being physicians? I mean, I get to help the sick, save the occasional dying, do incredible procedures. I get paid very well to do it, to boot! Why change?
Why change? Maybe we all get a little bored. Let’s face it, even the best trauma surgeon in the busiest trauma center eventually says ‘well, I guess I’ve seen it all now!’ All of us have monotony built into our work lives. Chest pain, abdominal pain, headache, fracture, poisoning, gun-shot wound, all of these entities become part of a dance in the end. And it’s a dance we know so very well, having moved to the music thousands upon thousands of times for each of our most common diagnoses. EKG, Chest X-ray, enzymes, da,da,da; aspirin, nitro, oxygen, da, da, da. ‘The same as it ever was, the same as it ever was…’
This may be good, so long as we don’t fall into laziness. We become very good at things we do over and over again. The old martial arts maxim holds true: ‘The secret is, there is no secret. Repetition and practice are key.’ And yet, repetition, boredom, the same thing, all of these can get inside our brains and make us want to be, well, security guards or something!
It isn’t wrong, you know. To want to quit, or to quit! Just remember that no one else will understand; no one outside of medicine, that is. They’ll say, ‘oh, but you help so many people!’ Or ‘you’ll be wasting all of that education!’ Or this: ‘God gave you a gift! You can’t throw it away!’
Remember, if you want to change, that these people would have said to St. Peter: ‘Sure you could follow Jesus, but people need fish! Don’t quit yet! Give it a little while!’ And to young David, ‘King? Who wants the trouble? You’re an excellent shepherd. Don’t forget how much the sheep need you!’
We all have a path to follow. Sometimes, I believe, God takes us in very un-expected directions. And sometimes, a thing that seems wonderful to everyone else isn’t so wonderful anymore to us, as we trudge the halls of the world’s emergency rooms and hospitals, overwhelmed, tired and often quite traumatized by what we have seen.
If you need a break, do it. And don’t feel guilty. Maybe you’re needed somewhere else!
THOUGHTS: THINGS I LEARNED
The Lessons
- You can’t look for a long term partner and a sexual encounter at the same time. You must look in different places, with different techniques. For example, in a place with loud music, it is impossible for a potential partner to get you know you. Someone just looking for sex does not care. As a general rule, the longer you postpone getting into bed, the longer your partner will hang around afterward.
- When you are young, you tend to seek the best looking partner. This attractiveness will be gone in a flash. Instead pick someone easy to live with who has no nerve-grating habits.
- There are three kinds of people:
- Those that like you naturally, or who would if they met you.
- Those that like you only while you are performing a mating dance with a steady stream of compliments, gifts, entertainments and undivided attention.
- Those that will never like you, including ones who had a relationship with you in the past and decided they did not like you after all.
- Most of your time you spend wishing for things, sometimes things you might buy, but it could be relationships, health, physical fitness, political changes… But think. In past, every time you achieved one of these things, the pleasure is momentary, sometimes over in a fraction of a second, and rarely lasting more than a week. So to achieve continuous happiness this way requires some major achievement or acquisition every couple of days. This is impossible. If you want a continuously happy life, you must do it by learning to appreciate what is under your nose, here and now. Your desires seductively promise happiness if you but become a slave to them, but they cannot deliver.
- The life lesson I most wish I had learned early in life is: If your partner dumps you, that is absolute proof they were not the one no matter how attached you feel, no matter how much you believe you could never love another, no matter how great it used to be, no matter if the heartbreak is the worst pain you ever felt.
P.S. Your partner did not dump you if all they did was have sex with someone else. - Play with your food! Do this, not to be virtuous, but out of curiosity. For three days, drop some food from your diet and pay attention to any differences. Do you have more or less energy? Do you sleep better or worse? Do you have more or less diarrhea? Are you more or less constipated? Do you have more or less gas? Do you feel more or less irritable? Foods you might consider for experimentation include: sugar, coffee, meat, eggs, nuts, fresh fruits, orange juice, bread, pasta, corn cereals, wheat, salt, dairy products or anything you eat a large amount of. If you notice a dramatic improvement, that might motivate you to consider a permanent change in your diet putting the troublesome foods on the back burner. Similarly, try adding a new food to your diet, or increasing the amount you eat, for three days to see what happens. You might consider salads, fresh fruit, fresh vegetables, fish, vitamin supplements, protein supplements or any of the foods I mentioned earlier to try deleting. You might be surprised to discover that candy bar you grab to give you energy has the exact opposite effect. No matter what happens, whether you feel better, you feel worse or nothing at all happens, this is still useful information you can use in shaping your future diet. Something very simple might just hugely improve your life. If you do discover something significant, you will kick yourself for not doing this sooner.
- You have heard it a thousand times in a hundred different ways. The past cannot be changed. The past is over. The past is frozen in liquid plastic; not a molecule can move. Yet still you say to yourself what my mother called the saddest words in the English language, “if only”. To say “If only I had taken time to…” is as silly as saying “If only I had a flying pig, I could go on the Tonight Show.” You cannot change the past, though you can change your attitude to it using techniques like EMDR. You cannot change the past, though you can learn from it and ensure you don’t repeat the same mistakes in future. If ever you catch yourself in regret, immediately reframe that to “I must make sure I never make that mistake again” and let it go.
- If someone does not like you, even if they once did, give up. Even if you succeed in temporarily getting them to like you, it will take escalating work to maintain the relationship. Seek your partners among those who naturally like you. The rest might as well be invisible vis a vis potential partners. Chasing after people who have rejected you is as silly as going to the movies and waiting for some movie star to become your partner. On the other hand, don’t presume people won’t like you just because they are extraordinarily wonderful or beautiful. Pay attention to the objective clues as to how well they like you, not to how well you calculate they should like you based on your relative pecking order status. Hollywood convention is that if the girl rejects the guy in the first reel, guaranteed they will be married in the last. Real life does not work that way. Movies are just wishful fantasies. If it appears no one likes you, find out why. Even a small improvement may help. Are you too clingy?, are you always thinking about what the relationship can do for you, never for your partner?, are you overweight?, do you have an unpleasant body or mouth odour?, do you lack tact? You can’t change other people, but you can change yourself.
- Even if all your problems were caused 100% by your parents it is pointless to wring your hands about the terrible hand life dealt you. Nearly everyone heals their issues with their parents. It is just a matter of how soon you get on with it.
- Every moment, you are consciously or unconsciously deciding what to do next. You have some unwritten rules for deciding your priorities. You may usually do whatever makes the most money, which will be the most fun, which will be the easiest, which will give you the biggest rush, which will make you healthiest, most enlightened, most well liked, most respected, the most secure, the most laid, the most powerful, the most famous, the most feared, the best looking, the most knowledgeable etc. If you change the rules even slightly, you will live a completely different life. Try asking different questions. See what happens when you ask “What will be most useful to the universe?”. Your priority rules are the biggest lever you have in determining your fate. Of course the other big controlling priority is what you choose to spend your time thinking about.
- Do it now! Nearly all the great mathematicians and physicists did their best work in their twenties. If you have grand dreams, realise them now. You may well not have the energy later. Time seems to stretch endlessly ahead of you, but your life is over in an eyeblink.
- Don’t be attached to the results of your action. Constant checking to see if your work has born fruit just wastes time and causes discouragement. Some liken it to digging up a seed you have planted each day to see how it is doing. Get on with something else. Never underestimate the power of the futile gesture.
- Understating your case is more persuasive than overstating it. You supply the facts. Let others supply the emotion. If you supply the emotion, others will take no action, believing you must have already handled the problem.
- When you can’t get what you want, one alternative to trying harder to get it, is to talk yourself out of wanting it so badly, at least not getting yourself upset over it. Similarly, when people do obnoxious things, you are not obligated to get upset. For exactly how to avoid getting upset, see Living Love.
- You can’t tell if someone is lying just by how sincere they sound. Habitual liars are those who have polished lying to a high art. You would never suspect them based on their look or demeanor. However, I have noticed liars tend to repeat the same old talking points, and take a little too long to answer simple questions. They have to compose the answers first and think about if they are falling into a consistency trap.
- The years pass faster and faster as you get older. By the time you reach puberty, your life is half over in psychological time. Don’t procrastinate the truly important things.
- If it sounds to good to be true, it nearly always is. Don’t waste time looking for zero-effort ways to do things. You just set yourself up to be conned. Find out what methods the people who actually succeeded have used.
- Think globally; act locally. Saving the world is a huge job. Yours is just a small part. However, it is a necessary part.
- The things you worry most about almost never happen. If you don’t believe me, start tracking them.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
~ Rita Mae Brown (born: 1944-11-28 age: 67) inSudden Death often misattributed to Benjamin Franklin.Persistence is great, but you must persist with something that works.- Other people do things that annoy you, not to annoy you, but in the usually-vain hope that doing so will make them feel better.
- Despite the protestations of absolute Truth, there is a tremendous amount of lying surrounding religion and spirituality.
- At many times in your life it will seem as if you have absolutely no energy or resources. But even then you can find something you can do that will marginally improve your lot or keep it from getting even worse than it would have naturally.
- If you are not making any progress on your big dreams, the very bigness of the dreams may be paralysing you. Think instead, "What could I do today that would marginally improve my lot." Focus not so much on where you want to go, but where you could go immediately from here.
- When you are coming in for a landing in a plane and your ears won’t pop and you have a splitting headache, just plug your nose and blow gently.
- When you have dry congested nose, just snort up a bit of water to clean it out.
- Boiling water is a remarkable cleanser for kitchen or bathroom. It dissolves dried on muck, kills germs, deodorises, leaving no residue or perfume or caustic chemical odour.
- The human body is only designed to last for forty years in the wild. You must take extraordinary care of it over your whole life if you want it to last you in comfort the eighty or ninety we humans live now. Don’t buy into the religious notion it is wicked to look after your body.
- While chasing after riches leads to an empty life, chasing after poverty also leads to misery. Neither extreme is as pleasant as the fairy tales make it out to be.
- Winning the heart of someone much more physically attractive than you can lead to misery by several routes.
- Others will compete to woo them away.
- You may become too besotted, and allow yourself to become psychologically enslaved.
- Chances are they are flawed in character or some other way otherwise you would not have been able to win them. You may find you have got yourself quite a temperamental handful.
- You can start feeling unworthy.
THOUGHTS: WHAT DO I MISS ABOUT CHILDHOOD
I miss childhood. I miss innocence. I miss not having responsibilities. I miss the biggest question in my life being, “Should I watch Scooby Do, or Superfriends?”
Pop culture was at its peak then even though everything was in its infancy. Television had great shows with Lost in Space, Wild, Wild West, Combat!, Mission: Impossible, Star Trek, Rat Patrol, Time Tunnel, Adamms Family, Outer Limits, Jonny Quest, Scooby Do, and well, the list of wonderful shows is endless.
Running to the ice cream truck in the summer and the smell of water on the hot sidewalk from playing in the sprinklers, having a new ball and trying to keep it from popping,
I remember the smells and tastes and toys as well life was so magical
Pop culture was at its peak then even though everything was in its infancy. Television had great shows with Lost in Space, Wild, Wild West, Combat!, Mission: Impossible, Star Trek, Rat Patrol, Time Tunnel, Adamms Family, Outer Limits, Jonny Quest, Scooby Do, and well, the list of wonderful shows is endless.
Running to the ice cream truck in the summer and the smell of water on the hot sidewalk from playing in the sprinklers, having a new ball and trying to keep it from popping,
I remember the smells and tastes and toys as well life was so magical
PERSONAL/ LETTER: LIKE TO FIND A GIRL WHO LIKES TO READ
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
SPIRITUAL: LETTING GO..IS THE HARDEST THING
Letting Go
Letting go can be one of the hardest things in the world to.We are afraid to let go because we are afraid of change.We are afraid of what may lie ahead for us if we don't let go. It is often very hard to see life without the problem in it.Sometimes we really want to let go, but just don't know how.Sometimes we are even afraid to admit that we feel negative about some things.
Letting Go may be about letting go of a feeling, or even a person, or maybe simply about letting go of your feelings about that person. It may be letting go of a career prospect, a family member, a feeling, a project or even a way of life.Losing something of value
What happens when you loose something you think you value? The chances are you miss the feelings it gave you, not the actual item lost.We loose things, possessions, jobs, friends throughout our whole life. What happened to the first picture you drew?
Your first job? Your first ever friend? Change comes when we need change. Otherwise we'd never grow as people We go on and draw better pictures, get better jobs, and new friends. The thing to remember is that the things we want out of life DO change as we grow older, but we cling to what we have because we are afraid of change. Think of the friends you have NOW, and if you've ever been to a school reunion or met up with your 1st ever best friend, you'll see how different you both are now. What about your first boyfriend or girlfriend? The point is that we let go of things all the time, and this time will be NO different from all the other times so long as you go with what you truly feel.
Processes
To let go, first you must identify the reasons you are feeling the way that you feel. Those feelings which are arising from the 'thought' of letting go. Are you feeling angry? What aspects make you angry? (this may be more than one thing) Are you feeling disappointed? Which parts disappoint you, specify. Are you blaming yourself? What things did you do and shouldn't have done, or didn't do when you should have. Are you afraid of something? For example, giving up, failure, change - be as specific as possible.When we break everything down into bite-sized chunks, things become easier to swallow. As individual items, you can start to work out ways to bring the positive back into your life.
So if you are angry, work through the anger. If you are feeling disappointment, work through why and settle each and every aspect of it. If you feel like a failure, work through what you can do to make better things in your life.
All those things which you want, you can achieve elsewhere if you care to look for it. We hold on to things because we are mostly afraid to be without them in our lives. We hold on to feelings because we are afraid that being happy or cheerful or hopeful is wrong under the circumstances. We hold on to things that are not working out because we forget that better things are around the corner. We have no trust.
To let go means failure? No. To let go of something which isn't working for you is actually success.
It is recognition of what is wrong, and deciding to make your life RIGHT. It is recognition of what stifles you, in favour of new opportunities around the corner. When we LET GO, new opportunities DO appear. But those new opportunities RARELY appear whilst we are holding on to the old, because we are holding on so tightly - we simply DO NOT SEE, what else is on offer. When you let go of something, something always comes along to fill that space.
If you aren't looking for a new job, then you don't go looking and are not open to the possibilities of a new job appearing in your life. If you aren't looking for a new creative outlet, then one will not instantly appear - and even if it did; you wouldn't be looking right, and thus it would probably pass you by. You have to be open to new opportunities. You have to know and trust completely that better things are out there for you - just keep your eyes and ears open. Stop looking to the past - look to your future.
Life is what you make it. Holding on to things which are NOT working, will not make you happy... You can't keep trying to turn water into wine... it'll frustrate you, annoy you, consume you... So pull back your shoulders and tell yourself you're going to find something that is going to work, that IS going to be of more benefit than what you currently have.
Keep Moving Forward. Don't look back If your decision to let go is made from the heart, then you won't actually look back. If you are trying to let go, or looking back it's coming from your head. That is to say; if you have made a decision from your heart to do something, if your heart is true to moving forwards then, there is no need to look back. Our heads, our minds, our thoughts kick in because of outside influence trying to get us to look back.
IF Every decision is based on what you feel at the time then there is no need to look back. Except maybe a few years down the road when you can say 'Thank Goodness for that' If it's coming from your head; and you feel yourself reaching back - there is a reason for it. If it is your head, mind and thoughts saying let go, but your heart simply can not let go, you need to remember what you truly want. This may be unresolved issues, or a basic need being unfulfilled, but there is always a reason why your heart struggles to let go.
Unconditional Love
Being unconditional means having no-conditions attached. Which means letting go, knowing you can let go and knowing you need not hold on. It doesn't mean you HAVE to let go, or NEED not hold on, its simple acceptance of all is, as it is.
Letting go can be one of the hardest things in the world to.We are afraid to let go because we are afraid of change.We are afraid of what may lie ahead for us if we don't let go. It is often very hard to see life without the problem in it.Sometimes we really want to let go, but just don't know how.Sometimes we are even afraid to admit that we feel negative about some things.
Letting Go may be about letting go of a feeling, or even a person, or maybe simply about letting go of your feelings about that person. It may be letting go of a career prospect, a family member, a feeling, a project or even a way of life.Losing something of value
What happens when you loose something you think you value? The chances are you miss the feelings it gave you, not the actual item lost.We loose things, possessions, jobs, friends throughout our whole life. What happened to the first picture you drew?
Your first job? Your first ever friend? Change comes when we need change. Otherwise we'd never grow as people We go on and draw better pictures, get better jobs, and new friends. The thing to remember is that the things we want out of life DO change as we grow older, but we cling to what we have because we are afraid of change. Think of the friends you have NOW, and if you've ever been to a school reunion or met up with your 1st ever best friend, you'll see how different you both are now. What about your first boyfriend or girlfriend? The point is that we let go of things all the time, and this time will be NO different from all the other times so long as you go with what you truly feel.
Processes
To let go, first you must identify the reasons you are feeling the way that you feel. Those feelings which are arising from the 'thought' of letting go. Are you feeling angry? What aspects make you angry? (this may be more than one thing) Are you feeling disappointed? Which parts disappoint you, specify. Are you blaming yourself? What things did you do and shouldn't have done, or didn't do when you should have. Are you afraid of something? For example, giving up, failure, change - be as specific as possible.When we break everything down into bite-sized chunks, things become easier to swallow. As individual items, you can start to work out ways to bring the positive back into your life.
So if you are angry, work through the anger. If you are feeling disappointment, work through why and settle each and every aspect of it. If you feel like a failure, work through what you can do to make better things in your life.
All those things which you want, you can achieve elsewhere if you care to look for it. We hold on to things because we are mostly afraid to be without them in our lives. We hold on to feelings because we are afraid that being happy or cheerful or hopeful is wrong under the circumstances. We hold on to things that are not working out because we forget that better things are around the corner. We have no trust.
To let go means failure? No. To let go of something which isn't working for you is actually success.
It is recognition of what is wrong, and deciding to make your life RIGHT. It is recognition of what stifles you, in favour of new opportunities around the corner. When we LET GO, new opportunities DO appear. But those new opportunities RARELY appear whilst we are holding on to the old, because we are holding on so tightly - we simply DO NOT SEE, what else is on offer. When you let go of something, something always comes along to fill that space.
If you aren't looking for a new job, then you don't go looking and are not open to the possibilities of a new job appearing in your life. If you aren't looking for a new creative outlet, then one will not instantly appear - and even if it did; you wouldn't be looking right, and thus it would probably pass you by. You have to be open to new opportunities. You have to know and trust completely that better things are out there for you - just keep your eyes and ears open. Stop looking to the past - look to your future.
Life is what you make it. Holding on to things which are NOT working, will not make you happy... You can't keep trying to turn water into wine... it'll frustrate you, annoy you, consume you... So pull back your shoulders and tell yourself you're going to find something that is going to work, that IS going to be of more benefit than what you currently have.
Keep Moving Forward. Don't look back If your decision to let go is made from the heart, then you won't actually look back. If you are trying to let go, or looking back it's coming from your head. That is to say; if you have made a decision from your heart to do something, if your heart is true to moving forwards then, there is no need to look back. Our heads, our minds, our thoughts kick in because of outside influence trying to get us to look back.
IF Every decision is based on what you feel at the time then there is no need to look back. Except maybe a few years down the road when you can say 'Thank Goodness for that' If it's coming from your head; and you feel yourself reaching back - there is a reason for it. If it is your head, mind and thoughts saying let go, but your heart simply can not let go, you need to remember what you truly want. This may be unresolved issues, or a basic need being unfulfilled, but there is always a reason why your heart struggles to let go.
Unconditional Love
Being unconditional means having no-conditions attached. Which means letting go, knowing you can let go and knowing you need not hold on. It doesn't mean you HAVE to let go, or NEED not hold on, its simple acceptance of all is, as it is.
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