... what makes life exciting? it's the fact that you are given the strength and courage to fight a losing battle... although all you wanted to do is surrender ...

loving him was one thing i am afraid of...

and i was right...
it hurts... so bad...
but i thank him... why?
because of him... i learned to let go...
he even thought me what love really is...
and now i know...
"it was never him."

some romances end for all kinds of reason.
but when all is said and done,
they have one thing in common: they are shooting stars;
a spectacular moment of light in the heavens,
a fleeting glimpse of eternity,
and in a flash...
they are gone...

life...
we always search for answers
because we want to prove ourselves that we had the right decisions,
but the truth is we can't search for what's not there.
things happen because they are meant to happen.
that's why we forgive people, even if they hurt us,
we love people who don't love us and we smile despite every painful crash in our hearts.
at the end of the day,
the lesson you get are the answers to your decisions.

...there will be days when you get home from a party

and forget what the fun was about,
or have a very long, intimate conversation,
yet feel there are still words left unspoken,
or embrace your special someone,
yet never have the strength to say you care so much,
life tells us that happiness is never absolute.
so while it's still there, seize the moment,
cause it may never come again...

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I possess a charming beauty that makes testosterone and estrogen dance like a lighted watusi. I wreck havoc on everyone's libido.

I have a rather odd feeling that the more I see you the more I like you and the more I like you the more I want to show you things and get reactions on things. But of course, I could always play safe and withdraw myself into a protective little shell so I won't feel too sad when you weary of my company and browses in greener fields. Ah, me!

How can you be profoundly intimate with someone who maybe profoundly intimate with someone else? Not possible.

A woman who thinks she needs a man to make her feel complete must be an 18th century sucker. Really, it is the 21st century. At least I am lucky that will never be my consignment.

Sometimes, we get scared when we loose the person we loved most. but the truth is, its theire loss, because they left the one person who wouldn't give up on them.

I'm a strong girl who knows how to keep her stuff in line and even when I have tears going down my face I still manage to say those two words - I'm fine.

Getting through each day without hearing your voice is hard to do yet I force myself constantly to do the right thing - to keep holding on and fight all odds even when in fear and alone. You have no clue how much I miss you. It's you, who make me want to smile. You make me want to dance. You make me want to live. Giving me a second chance I deserve.

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

oOo

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation

So often we expect to be somehow rescued from our loneliness and that can be like waiting for a bus on a corner where buses never stop anymore.

In love, never put yourself in a situation where you are not sure where you stand in a person's life. Never assume, never expect...so that if that person chooses to drop you, you have enough strength to move on.