Being truly in love...means that you love the person even in their most vulnerable moments. You love that person despite their flaws, in fact, you cherish their flaws.
Everyone has flaws, that is just part of being human. No one is perfect. There are parts of other people that you dislike, no matter the intensity of the negative feeling. It is just whether you can tolerate these flaws, that decides what role they will play in your life.
Without the bad... there is no good. It's all about balance. They put each other into prospective.
I seem to get ideas, but when I sit down and try to explain them...I find it hard to put it into words.
Best example I can think of...
A flaw that your girl has, is that she is a little insecure about her looks. This irritates you somewhat that the issue keeps coming up; you think she is insane to have such thoughts because she is beautiful beyond belief. Although you can't understand why is so self-conscience about it...you continue to reassure her that she is wrong, and you tell her how gorgeous she looks. She appreciates the compliment...she loves you, for making her feel better.
You love her. You love the way she looks. She is yours forever. And although it irritates you slightly that she has this flaw, that she keeps asking...you love to make her happy.
You learn to love her flaw. You want to see her happy. You accept her flaw, because you know that you can help her fix it...you can help her get over it, as temporary as it may be. For that time period...you know that you made her happy, and that undoubtedly makes you happy.
I will say...that the Notebook is one of my favorite movies. It shows the devout true love of a couple.
She has all but forgot what they had... she doesn't even know who Noah is. Think about the pain this must bring Noah, that his true love doesn't even know who he is. But he is willing to retell the tale over and over again, to go through that trouble...so even for a few minutes, they could have back what they had. He does it so they can have each other back. He just loses her over and over again. But it is worth it in the end.
Life is Bitter Sweet.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Poems over the years...
Memory
Memories fade as time ticks by,
Visions blurred and soon unseen.
The future unfolds and soon beholds,
The old slate new, the old slate clean.
The feelings are not forgotten however,
Only lost in mixed emotions all together.
For guilt, shame, and despair replace the once was,
And only because...they are now only forgotten memories.
There is no real reason, but in your heart, it's like treason.
To go against something ever so pure and ever so dear,
To let it slip through your fingers, and eventually...eventually disappear.
A lesson soon learned, but not as easily remembered,
For memory fades...fades as the time, s l o w l y ticks away.
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Dirty Demons
The glint in their eye as they say goodbye
Says that there is something more,
Something unsaid but easily read,
But do I dare to bore?
The past is the past, but the past is now...
For it affects all that we feel and do.
Wanting someone to walk to, in the dark path we tread though,
A soul crying out, "Why not you?"
Problems at home, personal ones faced alone,
Are Never okay and should Always be seen,
By the people who love you, the ones you can put trust into...
To know your dirty demons and evil fiends.
I will always be here to listen, always here to talk,
You just say the word...and we'll take a nice walk.
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Need Fake Hope, for the New Fake Dawn
As I sit here crying, most people would be confused...
Having had the night of my life, only to find out what I had to lose.
People I once knew, I saw again; this brought old memories into sight,
But as the night got darker, I began to see the never ending light.
We laughed, we talked, we teased...
But no matter how much, it never seemed to please.
The hope I feel, the feeling I get, that all is not lost...
Only to be crushed again, by the one thing I am afraid to admit, and how much it had cost.
I find security in the things that will never become to be,
False dreams, false hopes...the fake life that I want for poor old me.
As it is taken away, I am left with nothing,
Only memories that will soon be gone, doesn't that count for something?
So the cycle goes on, where I am the pathetic pawn,
Continuing to follow the dream, that tomorrow will bring a new dawn.
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Empty Walls
Smooth, Cold, seems like Stone,
Stubbornly built, all the way to the bone.
Only one way to pass, made of only glass.
The viewer appears as themselves, reflected in the two-way mirror.
But if they moved nearer, the image would grow clearer,
Of the person on the other side, alone, with no one near by.
To be with them as they cry, to hold them as they let scape a long, drawn out sigh.
To learn that this wall wasn't made to protect, just an image to reflect.
Not to test how much it could bare, but to see if anyone would care...
To crack, rip, tear, break, shatter, Destroy.
Destroy the barrier that was all just a simple ploy.
A wall made to be broken, for the last hope of a betoken.
Reinsurance that they are indeed worthy of attention, a name worthy to mention.
For people to see past what they want to see,
To take the time to see the Real person behind the wall. . . . . .Me.
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My Everything
What I feel, I cannot put into words,
They seem no matter how hard I try...to always fall short.
In my head, words jumbled, constantly trying to sort.
It is just this...you are Everything to me.
How much simpler could it be?
I could spend my entire life trying to prove it,
But I doubt I'd even get halfway.
If you allow me though...if I may.
When I am with you, time stops still.
That void in my heart, the one you have now filled,
The way you look at me through your hair,
That cute little face you do when you swear,
How one smile from you, brightens my darkest day,
Your tender hugs...do more than I care to say.
I hope I show you how much I truly do care,
Because if I lost you...it would be more than I could bare.
You are the antidote that gets me by,
Something strong like a drug that gets me high.
When I am not with you, I count the seconds as they tick,
The feeling I get when I am...I try to mimic.
A life without you, is no life at all,
How lost I'd be, if you weren't there to catch me, whenever I fall.
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I Am
I am the one you can ever depend,
I am the one who will forever be your friend.
Never changing, always the same course,
A friend to come to, when you are in need of a source.
My words never hollow, but rich and true.
A beacon to follow, out of the darkness I get you through.
Never give up hope, never lead you astray,
If so...it is my own personal failure, with my own guilt I pay.
Maybe not always in front, but definitely not behind,
Yet always a hand on your shoulder, with you I stand right beside.
Maybe not always the highlight of the party, nor the first on the dance floor,
But after a long night of fun, the sober one to take you home safely to your door.
I am not perfect, something I could never fool,
Some people call me Tay, Chuck Norris...others just call me cool.
I don't ask for much, maybe a simple pat on the back,
Reinsurance that I am making up for all the things I lack.
All I ask is for you to always keep me company,
A world alone is what I fear most, happiness comes when you come to me.
I have said what I wanted, I have had my say,
Never fear of being alone; beside you I stand, so don't you dare fray.
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World of Possible
My head hits the pillow as soft as I can,
Hands slither under, a cold comfort to my fingers.
Eyes close from exhaustion, a slight breeze from the fan.
Feet slide out over the floor, thinking of how long you will linger.
Without effort you slip, slip into the darkness of the night.
You open your eyes, and there you are.
Blurry at first, and then you slowly get back your sight.
A place known somehow, yet it is way off far.
Doing without thinking, you continue on.
Realistic, yet unnatural; anything is possible here.
A moment there, a moment later changed, another moment gone.
Pulling off your goals, your past, present, possible future...your desires, good times, and fears.
Unnaturally real, seems like it is really there,
You reach out a hand, blink once, and it disappears.
A distant pull, you fight to remain, do all you can bare.
You have had your share for one night, now a growing noise is all you can hear.
Again blurry, just like you arrived, out of the world of possible you go.
Open your eyes, reality is back like how you left it.
Thinking of the night before, oh the adventure!...with nothing of it to show.
The more you try to remember, the more you forget.
An empty feeling, one of abandonment and regret.
Time away from the real world, if only for a few moments...
A pleasure need not be taken for granted, another trip will come so no need to fret.
As long as your mind stays full of possibilities, the number of times will be infinite.
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Rights of Wrinkles
It is an inspiration for me,
A sign of what I want to become to be.
Not something earned over night,
It is the living of life, years of insight.
Symptom of age...or of experience?
Youth's weakness...or an Elder's burden of appearance?
Having to worry about my coolness...
Or just living life to the fullest?
Yes, this is what I want to become to be.
Getting to look back at all the things I got to see.
Appreciation...not wrapped up in being the "youth of the nation",
Finally my chance to be the Wise,
Not having to care, if I am the next one who dies...
Life accomplished, not taken for granted.
Future generations, the outcome of the seeds I planted.
Getting to say, "Hey, I did that.", with a smile on my face.
Because of cherished memories, knowing that those, can never be erased.
Some respect?...sure, what the heck...
Knowing your days are limited,
But whoever said that where forfeited? Not I...
Just know, to have no regrets when you die,
For it is no one's right, to know when they will finally have to say, "Good-bye."
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Desired Chaos
With a numb sound filling my ears,
From the world, I get taken aback.
Crowd around me, no one's attention I jack.
Left to observe, yet nonjudgmental.
Just another here, no one special.
There but not noticed, faded away.
Seeing smiling faces, latest gossip stories relayed.
Ordered Chaos is all it is.
Often over-looked, just another day.
Meaningless expression, social conversing.
Dull roar of people's say.
Friends huddled for one reason,
Familiarness, fear of foreign confrontation.
Common trait among most: happiness.
Meaningless, yet, necessary.
Attention is desired by those faded.
Foreign confrontation is all it is...
But desired by none...I am jaundiced.
Jealousy?...Indeed.
For there is not a smile on my face.
Happiness necessary?...Indeed.
Friends? None near in my case.
Numbness filling everything...feeling nothing.
Observing the Chaos,
It is what I desire most...
Something even un-special, that I could boast.
Nonjudgmental? Not at all.
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Poems have always been a venting media for myself...to let the poison out, that I regrettably keep inside me for too long. That explains why most of the poems here, are a little dark.
Don't see me as "Emo" or anything...please. Because I am far from it. I just tend to write in extremities...because I feel that it is only then, that you can really put feelings into words.
Those were only a few of my poems that I have written, those are all at least a year old now...I continue to write to this day. And I am open to write poems For people if you'd like...just give me a subject, a feeling, or anything, and I'll do my best. I enjoy writing...and hopefully you get something out of my words.
Never be afraid to learn...especially if the lesson hurts, the best always do.
Memories fade as time ticks by,
Visions blurred and soon unseen.
The future unfolds and soon beholds,
The old slate new, the old slate clean.
The feelings are not forgotten however,
Only lost in mixed emotions all together.
For guilt, shame, and despair replace the once was,
And only because...they are now only forgotten memories.
There is no real reason, but in your heart, it's like treason.
To go against something ever so pure and ever so dear,
To let it slip through your fingers, and eventually...eventually disappear.
A lesson soon learned, but not as easily remembered,
For memory fades...fades as the time, s l o w l y ticks away.
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Dirty Demons
The glint in their eye as they say goodbye
Says that there is something more,
Something unsaid but easily read,
But do I dare to bore?
The past is the past, but the past is now...
For it affects all that we feel and do.
Wanting someone to walk to, in the dark path we tread though,
A soul crying out, "Why not you?"
Problems at home, personal ones faced alone,
Are Never okay and should Always be seen,
By the people who love you, the ones you can put trust into...
To know your dirty demons and evil fiends.
I will always be here to listen, always here to talk,
You just say the word...and we'll take a nice walk.
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Need Fake Hope, for the New Fake Dawn
As I sit here crying, most people would be confused...
Having had the night of my life, only to find out what I had to lose.
People I once knew, I saw again; this brought old memories into sight,
But as the night got darker, I began to see the never ending light.
We laughed, we talked, we teased...
But no matter how much, it never seemed to please.
The hope I feel, the feeling I get, that all is not lost...
Only to be crushed again, by the one thing I am afraid to admit, and how much it had cost.
I find security in the things that will never become to be,
False dreams, false hopes...the fake life that I want for poor old me.
As it is taken away, I am left with nothing,
Only memories that will soon be gone, doesn't that count for something?
So the cycle goes on, where I am the pathetic pawn,
Continuing to follow the dream, that tomorrow will bring a new dawn.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Empty Walls
Smooth, Cold, seems like Stone,
Stubbornly built, all the way to the bone.
Only one way to pass, made of only glass.
The viewer appears as themselves, reflected in the two-way mirror.
But if they moved nearer, the image would grow clearer,
Of the person on the other side, alone, with no one near by.
To be with them as they cry, to hold them as they let scape a long, drawn out sigh.
To learn that this wall wasn't made to protect, just an image to reflect.
Not to test how much it could bare, but to see if anyone would care...
To crack, rip, tear, break, shatter, Destroy.
Destroy the barrier that was all just a simple ploy.
A wall made to be broken, for the last hope of a betoken.
Reinsurance that they are indeed worthy of attention, a name worthy to mention.
For people to see past what they want to see,
To take the time to see the Real person behind the wall. . . . . .Me.
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My Everything
What I feel, I cannot put into words,
They seem no matter how hard I try...to always fall short.
In my head, words jumbled, constantly trying to sort.
It is just this...you are Everything to me.
How much simpler could it be?
I could spend my entire life trying to prove it,
But I doubt I'd even get halfway.
If you allow me though...if I may.
When I am with you, time stops still.
That void in my heart, the one you have now filled,
The way you look at me through your hair,
That cute little face you do when you swear,
How one smile from you, brightens my darkest day,
Your tender hugs...do more than I care to say.
I hope I show you how much I truly do care,
Because if I lost you...it would be more than I could bare.
You are the antidote that gets me by,
Something strong like a drug that gets me high.
When I am not with you, I count the seconds as they tick,
The feeling I get when I am...I try to mimic.
A life without you, is no life at all,
How lost I'd be, if you weren't there to catch me, whenever I fall.
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I Am
I am the one you can ever depend,
I am the one who will forever be your friend.
Never changing, always the same course,
A friend to come to, when you are in need of a source.
My words never hollow, but rich and true.
A beacon to follow, out of the darkness I get you through.
Never give up hope, never lead you astray,
If so...it is my own personal failure, with my own guilt I pay.
Maybe not always in front, but definitely not behind,
Yet always a hand on your shoulder, with you I stand right beside.
Maybe not always the highlight of the party, nor the first on the dance floor,
But after a long night of fun, the sober one to take you home safely to your door.
I am not perfect, something I could never fool,
Some people call me Tay, Chuck Norris...others just call me cool.
I don't ask for much, maybe a simple pat on the back,
Reinsurance that I am making up for all the things I lack.
All I ask is for you to always keep me company,
A world alone is what I fear most, happiness comes when you come to me.
I have said what I wanted, I have had my say,
Never fear of being alone; beside you I stand, so don't you dare fray.
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World of Possible
My head hits the pillow as soft as I can,
Hands slither under, a cold comfort to my fingers.
Eyes close from exhaustion, a slight breeze from the fan.
Feet slide out over the floor, thinking of how long you will linger.
Without effort you slip, slip into the darkness of the night.
You open your eyes, and there you are.
Blurry at first, and then you slowly get back your sight.
A place known somehow, yet it is way off far.
Doing without thinking, you continue on.
Realistic, yet unnatural; anything is possible here.
A moment there, a moment later changed, another moment gone.
Pulling off your goals, your past, present, possible future...your desires, good times, and fears.
Unnaturally real, seems like it is really there,
You reach out a hand, blink once, and it disappears.
A distant pull, you fight to remain, do all you can bare.
You have had your share for one night, now a growing noise is all you can hear.
Again blurry, just like you arrived, out of the world of possible you go.
Open your eyes, reality is back like how you left it.
Thinking of the night before, oh the adventure!...with nothing of it to show.
The more you try to remember, the more you forget.
An empty feeling, one of abandonment and regret.
Time away from the real world, if only for a few moments...
A pleasure need not be taken for granted, another trip will come so no need to fret.
As long as your mind stays full of possibilities, the number of times will be infinite.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rights of Wrinkles
It is an inspiration for me,
A sign of what I want to become to be.
Not something earned over night,
It is the living of life, years of insight.
Symptom of age...or of experience?
Youth's weakness...or an Elder's burden of appearance?
Having to worry about my coolness...
Or just living life to the fullest?
Yes, this is what I want to become to be.
Getting to look back at all the things I got to see.
Appreciation...not wrapped up in being the "youth of the nation",
Finally my chance to be the Wise,
Not having to care, if I am the next one who dies...
Life accomplished, not taken for granted.
Future generations, the outcome of the seeds I planted.
Getting to say, "Hey, I did that.", with a smile on my face.
Because of cherished memories, knowing that those, can never be erased.
Some respect?...sure, what the heck...
Knowing your days are limited,
But whoever said that where forfeited? Not I...
Just know, to have no regrets when you die,
For it is no one's right, to know when they will finally have to say, "Good-bye."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Desired Chaos
With a numb sound filling my ears,
From the world, I get taken aback.
Crowd around me, no one's attention I jack.
Left to observe, yet nonjudgmental.
Just another here, no one special.
There but not noticed, faded away.
Seeing smiling faces, latest gossip stories relayed.
Ordered Chaos is all it is.
Often over-looked, just another day.
Meaningless expression, social conversing.
Dull roar of people's say.
Friends huddled for one reason,
Familiarness, fear of foreign confrontation.
Common trait among most: happiness.
Meaningless, yet, necessary.
Attention is desired by those faded.
Foreign confrontation is all it is...
But desired by none...I am jaundiced.
Jealousy?...Indeed.
For there is not a smile on my face.
Happiness necessary?...Indeed.
Friends? None near in my case.
Numbness filling everything...feeling nothing.
Observing the Chaos,
It is what I desire most...
Something even un-special, that I could boast.
Nonjudgmental? Not at all.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poems have always been a venting media for myself...to let the poison out, that I regrettably keep inside me for too long. That explains why most of the poems here, are a little dark.
Don't see me as "Emo" or anything...please. Because I am far from it. I just tend to write in extremities...because I feel that it is only then, that you can really put feelings into words.
Those were only a few of my poems that I have written, those are all at least a year old now...I continue to write to this day. And I am open to write poems For people if you'd like...just give me a subject, a feeling, or anything, and I'll do my best. I enjoy writing...and hopefully you get something out of my words.
Never be afraid to learn...especially if the lesson hurts, the best always do.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Internal Torment.
The greatest issue that I have been having these past few months, is the ever presence of being alone.
This is not to say...that there is no one who has my back.
This is not to say...that I do not have any friends, nor that there isn't anyone that could be "there" for me.
These things I am glad to say, I have. But something...more specifically someone, is missing from my life; it is the person that I call mine.
Since breaking up with my last girlfriend, who was technically my Fiancé, I have been feeling much alone. I miss the Little Things.
I miss her fingers in between mine, I miss the smell of her hair, I miss her jumping into my arms, I miss our silly inside jokes that only make us laugh, I miss whispering in each others ear, I miss her telling me that she loves me...I miss saying it back, I miss Spider-man style kisses or any kisses for that matter, I miss cuddling up with her, I miss her faith in me that I could handle any problem that she had, I miss...oh this list could go on and on. It's not my old girlfriend I miss...I just miss having the person I could call mine to do these things with.
I want it to be clear, that I do Not want my old girlfriend back...at all. But, it's hard to get over the good times, it's hard to get over the good feelings that came with the relationship. I simply want them back, I want those feelings back that made me feel alive...I want them for them for the both of us, for my future girl and myself. I just don't know when "her" and "I", will become "we".
The last thing that I want...is to get into a relationship...just because I can. I want us to be for each other. I want to be happy...for us to be happy...not just something temporary. So I am trying not to be desperate about the girls I meet...I am trying to be reasonable and logical about it.
I am trying to not let myself make excuses for the reasons that I Don't like them, just so I can justify actually going after them. But I am getting desperate...but I must stay adamant, because if not...if I settle for someone that is less than I deserve, I won't be happy. And I suggest this line of reasoning to anyone...don't settle for less than you deserve. The final goal is to be happy...not to pretend that you are. Don't get yourself in an endless vicious cycle.
So to help me keep up my chin about this situation (which I realize is a problem for a lot of people...and I am not saying that I am special in anyway, but this is my blog, so whatever), I have been writing myself little notes. They keep me on track, and here are a few. *Incoming Cheesiness*
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"Although it takes longer than you want, the wait is well worth it. Although you can't imagine her now, once with her you can't imagine a life without her. Although you may be sad now, soon you will be more than content. Listen to these words, they are the truth."
"I realize that I want to talk to someone about how I feel alone, and then I realize that the person that I want to talk to the most...I haven't met yet. I also realize that once I get to talk to this person, that I won't be alone anymore."
"I may have found my love; I am just not sure if I am hers. If that is the case, I cannot explain my regret to the path taken by fate."
"I despise the unknown. My hope rises and dips depending on my angle of thought on the subject. I know what I want, just not the truth."
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I know that once I am with her...all of these problems with evaporate. I will treat her right, I will cherish her for who she is.
Without tooting my own horn...I am a good guy, I have a lot of redeeming qualities...so why am I the one who has to wait for happiness? Why do much less good people find their "significant other" before I do?
Got to love, /self-pity. =(
I know "time will bring you the right person"....but quite frankly, I am quickly getting tired of hearing that excuse. But you can't always get what you want...
Fuck Internal Torment.
This is not to say...that there is no one who has my back.
This is not to say...that I do not have any friends, nor that there isn't anyone that could be "there" for me.
These things I am glad to say, I have. But something...more specifically someone, is missing from my life; it is the person that I call mine.
Since breaking up with my last girlfriend, who was technically my Fiancé, I have been feeling much alone. I miss the Little Things.
I miss her fingers in between mine, I miss the smell of her hair, I miss her jumping into my arms, I miss our silly inside jokes that only make us laugh, I miss whispering in each others ear, I miss her telling me that she loves me...I miss saying it back, I miss Spider-man style kisses or any kisses for that matter, I miss cuddling up with her, I miss her faith in me that I could handle any problem that she had, I miss...oh this list could go on and on. It's not my old girlfriend I miss...I just miss having the person I could call mine to do these things with.
I want it to be clear, that I do Not want my old girlfriend back...at all. But, it's hard to get over the good times, it's hard to get over the good feelings that came with the relationship. I simply want them back, I want those feelings back that made me feel alive...I want them for them for the both of us, for my future girl and myself. I just don't know when "her" and "I", will become "we".
The last thing that I want...is to get into a relationship...just because I can. I want us to be for each other. I want to be happy...for us to be happy...not just something temporary. So I am trying not to be desperate about the girls I meet...I am trying to be reasonable and logical about it.
I am trying to not let myself make excuses for the reasons that I Don't like them, just so I can justify actually going after them. But I am getting desperate...but I must stay adamant, because if not...if I settle for someone that is less than I deserve, I won't be happy. And I suggest this line of reasoning to anyone...don't settle for less than you deserve. The final goal is to be happy...not to pretend that you are. Don't get yourself in an endless vicious cycle.
So to help me keep up my chin about this situation (which I realize is a problem for a lot of people...and I am not saying that I am special in anyway, but this is my blog, so whatever), I have been writing myself little notes. They keep me on track, and here are a few. *Incoming Cheesiness*
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"Although it takes longer than you want, the wait is well worth it. Although you can't imagine her now, once with her you can't imagine a life without her. Although you may be sad now, soon you will be more than content. Listen to these words, they are the truth."
"I realize that I want to talk to someone about how I feel alone, and then I realize that the person that I want to talk to the most...I haven't met yet. I also realize that once I get to talk to this person, that I won't be alone anymore."
"I may have found my love; I am just not sure if I am hers. If that is the case, I cannot explain my regret to the path taken by fate."
"I despise the unknown. My hope rises and dips depending on my angle of thought on the subject. I know what I want, just not the truth."
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I know that once I am with her...all of these problems with evaporate. I will treat her right, I will cherish her for who she is.
Without tooting my own horn...I am a good guy, I have a lot of redeeming qualities...so why am I the one who has to wait for happiness? Why do much less good people find their "significant other" before I do?
Got to love, /self-pity. =(
I know "time will bring you the right person"....but quite frankly, I am quickly getting tired of hearing that excuse. But you can't always get what you want...
Fuck Internal Torment.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
What I Want.
In one word: Happiness.
For with under that words meaning...comes everything that I could ever dream of wanting.
But what makes me happy? Sitting here, thinking about it, it's hard to put into words.
Now I could be lazy...and simply say, "Well, my family and friends make me happy. Succeeding makes me happy, and being free makes me happy." But to at least myself, that description isn't very fulfilling. It doesn't make me happy.
I could also be very specific about it. I could spend hours dwelling over how to put what makes me happy in the best words possible...with elaborate detail. But again...that's not what I want.
What would make me happy is that the blog just writes itself, just how I want it...although at this point in time I can't really foresee what it all would say.
But sometimes...you can't always get what you want.
...sometimes, you won't be happy. That is just life.
...sometimes, you just have to settle with what you get.
But Never settle when you don't have to, don't settle when it's not what you want.
You don't appreciate things, even the little things as much as you should...when they just fall into your lap. You have to earn it. You....for yourself. You have to want it, to earn it.
I'll tell you one thing, something that I don't want. I don't want lose something that I am not ready to give up. So...you know what I do? I fight for it. I fight for what I want, I fight for what I earned.
But...I, like you, can't always get what I want. And that just plain sucks.
For with under that words meaning...comes everything that I could ever dream of wanting.
But what makes me happy? Sitting here, thinking about it, it's hard to put into words.
Now I could be lazy...and simply say, "Well, my family and friends make me happy. Succeeding makes me happy, and being free makes me happy." But to at least myself, that description isn't very fulfilling. It doesn't make me happy.
I could also be very specific about it. I could spend hours dwelling over how to put what makes me happy in the best words possible...with elaborate detail. But again...that's not what I want.
What would make me happy is that the blog just writes itself, just how I want it...although at this point in time I can't really foresee what it all would say.
But sometimes...you can't always get what you want.
...sometimes, you won't be happy. That is just life.
...sometimes, you just have to settle with what you get.
But Never settle when you don't have to, don't settle when it's not what you want.
You don't appreciate things, even the little things as much as you should...when they just fall into your lap. You have to earn it. You....for yourself. You have to want it, to earn it.
I'll tell you one thing, something that I don't want. I don't want lose something that I am not ready to give up. So...you know what I do? I fight for it. I fight for what I want, I fight for what I earned.
But...I, like you, can't always get what I want. And that just plain sucks.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Simple yet effective: a hug.
Words can never truly express a feeling. No matter how hard you try, words cannot justify the severity of an emotion.
Often people express that they lack the words to say how they feel to loved ones. This is where a simple hug can come in, and save the day.
I've had a recent experience, where a hug opened the flood gates of unspoken, yet similar felt emotions between someone and myself. It wasn't until the hug that I realized that the emotions existed... and without speaking a word, they were there; I felt them as though they had been their my whole life. It seemed just natural. I can only hope that the emotions remain, and continue to only grow stronger. For although I didn't know they were present...I don't want to go back to a time where I am once again ignorant.
A good hug is like being able to see someone else soul, you are able to really "get a feel" of them. Through a hug...you find someone's true feelings. A feat often thought as difficult.
Hugs, simple...yet effective.
Often people express that they lack the words to say how they feel to loved ones. This is where a simple hug can come in, and save the day.
I've had a recent experience, where a hug opened the flood gates of unspoken, yet similar felt emotions between someone and myself. It wasn't until the hug that I realized that the emotions existed... and without speaking a word, they were there; I felt them as though they had been their my whole life. It seemed just natural. I can only hope that the emotions remain, and continue to only grow stronger. For although I didn't know they were present...I don't want to go back to a time where I am once again ignorant.
A good hug is like being able to see someone else soul, you are able to really "get a feel" of them. Through a hug...you find someone's true feelings. A feat often thought as difficult.
Hugs, simple...yet effective.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Confidence
Whether this is cliché or not...I believe the the trick to life is confidence. With it, you give your true desires the chance to become reality. And at the end of your days you can say, "I did that." instead of having the thought of, "Oh if I had..."
I know there have been countless times where I chickened out on something that I truly wanted, just because I was scared. I didn't have the confidence within myself to pull through. I was afraid of being let down, being disappointed. But I am slowing realizing that life is about taking chances. I envy people who have a more carefree personality than myself. No, that is not to say that people should do anything crazy, it's just the little things. Starting a conversation with a random person, especially a girl, standing up for yourself when you know you are right although the person might be bigger than you, not being so nervous giving some stupid little presentation. Things such as this.As one goes through life...they learn from their mistakes, or they are supposed to anyway. I know I sure am. And I can safely say that I am more happy. Confidence has made me happier, because I actually did what - I - wanted...not what is expected of me...not what someone else wants for me.
Moral of the story: Have faith in yourself. The only person keeping you from what you want in your life, just happens to be the person in the mirror. Confidence = Win.
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