Love?

Love has many different variations. Many, Many people try to describe what Love is. Some I can relate to, some a little too fantastic to believe. Many people go through life trying to find Love, thinking they might be in Love. Love is so variated, because each person feels in differently. Like a snowflake drifting through the wind, it is never the same as any other and it is very hard to attain.

   I do not know everything about Love. All I know is what I have experienced, heard of, and read about. My own image of Love may be very different from anothers, better or worse. But I know that the Love I experience is true.

   Love is something extarordinary. It's felt not only with the mind, but also with the soul. It's when you become attatched to someone in a way that is different from all others. You care for this person, so much so that their well-being is often more important to you than your own. This person is someone you understand, you may not be able to finish their sentences, but you know how they feel in certain situations and how they would react. You enjoy spending as much time with them as possible, and they bring a certain happiness into your life that many others cannot. If they are in Love with you aswell, you can be around this person with comfort and ease. There is no need for facades. You trust this person, not only with your secrets, but also with your emotions. And you are just as much faithful to them. You would never do anything to harm this person, physically or mentally, unless you were given no choice. Wherever that person is, is where you want to be. But if that person needs space, you have no problem to give it to them. Love is selfless, compassionate, and unconditional. It is understanding and forgiving. Patient and careful. Love is undoubtful. "True Love" Is not a feeling you are unsure about. You cannot guess that you are in Love. If you are in Love, then you know it. You feel it, like there is an unknown nerve somewhere inside you that can only recieve love. Like when you feel a person tap you on the shoulder. You felt it, you instinctively know that it was a person without having turned around. You know they have poked you, without having seen the touch. You feel love, it becomes a part of you. An instinct of devotion. A desire to please. They may make you happy, they may also make you sad. They may not be in Love with you, they may hurt you, they may not care for you as you care for them. But if you truly Love them, then you cannot bear hatred for them. You may be angry, but in your heart you will forgive them because your Love for them holds more power over hate. There is no room for both. When you Love someone truly, it is uneffected by others. Uneffeted by forces such as distance or death. The only thing that can effect Love is the person you are in Love with. And even then, that is uncertain.     This is partly a general view of Love, and partly an understanding of my own experience with Love. This is what I believe to be true.

My advice

Be upfront. Be confident. And just go for it. If you want something then ask for it. Work for it. Be honest. Speak the truth even if your voice shakes. Never shut up. Always ask questions. Because if you never ask you will never know. And if you never ask, the answer will always be no.

By C.S. Lewis

~Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.~

Good Over Bad

    More people need to stop worrying about the Bad more than the Good. Yes, aweful things happen. Yes, it's immpossible to get over sometimes, but 'slapping around in your own mud puddle' and complaining all of the time will get you nowhere. It's hard to see the good, but if you look for it, you will find it, and you will be a happier person. 40% of your unhappiness is due to bad happenings in your life, and 60% is because of your unwillingness to get over the bad happenings in your life. You may have many losses, but what about what you've gained? There are people out there who had so little, who where violated of any happinesss they could posses, but what got them by was something so simple, and so forgranted. Something like a dream. Their happiness lay in the dream that one day they would make themselves happy. That one day they would achieve happiness. And they worked for it. And any little once of something good they recieved, it was considered a heaven sent gift. They search out the good, and they found small things that get them by. And over time, the small things became large things.

    Other people, who have been violated of their happiness, people who don't look for good, people who never forget the bad, who hold it with them no matter what, who can't look past it; Those people almost never get anywhere. They only see the bad, they mourn and they mope, and they wait for something good to happen to them. They sit in their own sorrow, and place blame everywhere else, and they grow up to be pitiful. They only get back the effort they put in. And they live a sad existence for the rest of their life, until they die. It's horrible.

   You have to LOOK for happiness, and looking takes WORK. I.E. You have to work for happiness. Don't assume that because you can't think of one good thing in your life at the moment, that it isn't there. You just aren't looking hard enough. You aren't trying hard enough. Just air in your lungs, a goal in your heart, food on your plate, sunlight on your face, grass between your toes, a nice bed to rest your body, any small thing could be your happiness. Then you take that happiness, and you add on to it until there are pletny little things to induce happiness. When you are at your roughest moment, grieve as much as you want, but what seperates you from others is if in your grief, you take a single minute to stop thinking about how awefull life is and look at what makes Life worth living. Because the happiest people are those who can appreciate the little things.

My Parents

I just wanted to take this time to say that I am proud of, and Love, my parents. Not because I know they will read this, and I want brownie points. Not because I should love them just because they created me. I love them for who they are as people, and as parents.

I have a very close relationship with my parents. Mostly because they have always respected me, even when I was being rediculous. For the most part, they just live and let live. Unless it really matters, and they know I need parenting. They raised me to be responsible, forgiving, and cautious, and smart. So, they trust me. And I trust them. I have felt their Love every day of my life since I was born. They've always been there for me, they've never let me down. They've always supported me. And they've never lied to me. They try so hard to be the best parents they can be. It must be so hard to find that happy-medium. Between over-protective and too lenient, Strict and spoilsome. They truely have found it, I really couldn't ask for better parents. I have never wished I had different parents, or been so embarassed of them that I didn't want to be seen with them.

Sure, every once in a while, I'll get agitated with them. Sometimes I'll think their nagging is rediculous, or I won't agree with them. But that comes with being the offspring. Really, it comes with knowing somebody. You can't ALWAYS agree with someone. When I do have a problem with them, I normally get over it quick. I realise that whatever they were doing/saying, they more than likely had a good reason for it, and had good intentions.

I am so glad that I was so lucky to be born to my parents. They are such good, kind-hearted people. Anytime a friend needs help, they always know they can turn to my parents. Because when my parents meet people, they take them into their hearts and treat them as family. And they are the most forgiving people, yet they have been wronged by many. They do everything in hopes of peace, whether it's peace for them, or peace for another. All they want is peace. Something they've taught me is that; In this life, true happiness is peace of the body, of the mind, and of the soul.

My parents have provided me with a comfortable and happy life. I have always had anything I needed. For school, for entertainment, for life. Be it clothes, food, pencils and paper, I've never had reason to complain. And now days, I have everything I need, and then some. But the more amazing part, is how hard it was for them to give me and my sister everything we've needed, regardless of how much they struggled.

Once upon a time, my parents were very young. And with being young, you make mistakes. Like having children at a young age. But I don't condem them for it. Their families didn't exactly "support" them, so they were on their own. My parents both worked HARD. My mom often worked two jobs, but I'll always remeber that every night she came home and read me a story. It brings tears to my eyes to think about how tired she must have been, but she never let it show. She'd let us (my sister and I) go pick a book each. And she always changed her voice to accent the characters in the stories. She'd giggle right along with us. My dad had a job in another town, that required him to be gone often. But times were hard, and our family needed the money. I remember how excited I was to hear his voice on the phone whenever he was gone for a particularily long amount of time. He always came home, so happy to see us. And I loved his big bear hugs, I still do today. Money was tight back then, but as a kid, I never knew. Every Christmas we had a tree, and under that tree was a "bazzillion" presents. The dollar store is quite magical. *wink* I always had toys, I always had books. I always had food, clothes, and Love.

I'm so proud of my parents, because they were so strong when things were tough. They had their "couple problems" and still do, but they always worked/work them out. They had their money problems, but they always managed. It must have been especially hard having two kids to take care of. But they worked through it. They pulled themselves out of the fire, and we have an extremely comfortable life. They found their callings, and they support their family. They found peace.

I'm mainly proud, because they never let it turn them hard. They never became bitter. They still have loads of love in their hearts, which is such a rarity with parents. Going over to friends houses, I always noticed how angry the parents seemed. How easily irritated they became. And my friends always complaining how much they wish they had different parents. I was always shocked by this because I didn't want different parents. I Love mine. They've never given me a reason to not like them, like the kid on Home Alone. I've never wished they were gone, I've been mad. But never mad enough to wish them away. I don't have any sob/scar stories because of my parents and for that I am greatful.

I love you mom and dad. You always tell me how proud you are of the lady I've become, and how much you love me. It's my turn to say I'm proud the parents and people that you are, and I love you, too. Thank you. There are no words to describe how greatful I am.

Sweet Angel

Your wings are tattered,
Your dress is torn.
Your faith is shattered,
Your emotions are worn.
.
Your heart is exausted,
Your halo is askew.
You've altered your Image,
You yearn for something new.
.
You want the pain to stop,
And let Happiness begin.
You're looking for something,
To make you whole again.
.
You're searching for Love,
But all have let you down.
Your once beautiful melody,
now plays a sad sound.
.
You are so sad,
You do not see:
That somebody needs you.
And that someone is me.
.
You have no more tears,
Left to cry.
I'll repair your wings,
So you can fly.
.
I Love you Sweet Angel.
I have from the start.
You're my best friend,
My sister.
I hold you dear in my heart.
.
~This is dedicated to my friend. We've Been friends for so long I hardly remember a life without her in it. She means the world to me and I would take a thousand bullets for her. I hope she understands how much I love her and how much I want to make everything better for her. I wrote this a long time ago, but I thought I would post it, It seems relevant right now. I will not say who she is here, but if you read this honey, I'm sure you'll remember this poem from years ago. I want you to know that when all else fails you will always have me, even when you don't want me.

Comfort

I want sombody who will comfort me when I'm sad. Not the kind of comfort where they hug you, and stare at you with pitiful eyes and ask you whats wrong. I want the kind of comfort, that comes without words. Just pure understanding. Some one who knows me enough to realize when I'm sad, whether I tell them or not. As I can tell when they are sad. You can tell when someone is troubled. They don't have to cry, or sigh. Their voice doesn't have to crack, their words don't have to explain. If you look at someone, really look at them. Not just their appearance, but their past. You can see they are upset, by a change in their attitude. Sublty is key. I don't want someone to realize I'm sad and become "worried" about me. I don't want constant reasurances. I don't want to know how wonderful I am, or how horrible someone else is. I don't want to know how I've been wronged, or how karma works in wonderful ways. I just want someone to realize I'm sad, and be with me until it passes. Just BE. No talking, no drama. Just hold my hand, hold me close. Don't let me go until I'm ready. Run your fingers through my hair. Match your breathing with mine. Just be my friend, not my bestie. Not my lover. Not my parent. Or my sibling. Not my enemy. Just someone who understands what it is to hurt. It's okay, if you actually are a parent, sibling, lover, bestie. Just leave all lables behind. I don't want someone to help bury the bodies. Or someone to give me advice. Or someone who can relate with many stories of their own. I just want a moment of peace, a moment to heel, a moment where I don't feel alone.

Rage Collection

So, my topic is about the Rage Collection. It must be pretty obvious, being that thats what the title is! But anyways, I abslutely love the rage comics. I discovered them through my sister; she found them on www.stumbleupon.com. I think they're hilarious. I' not sure really what my favorite rage face is, but I do like the "Me Gusta" face, and the "fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuu" face, most commonly referred to as f7u12. Being that there are seven f's and twelve u's. (It took me almost a month to figure that out!) There are many rage faces, and many many many more rage comics. You can view them at www.ragecollection.com. The rage comics are made by individuals, and mainly about the common stresses of everyday life. I myself, have made several rage comics. You can make your own rage comics at http://ragemaker.net/. The rage comics originate from the website www.reddit.com, or at least I think thats where. I'm not absolutely sure, so feel free to correct me. Well now, don't I sound like one big advertisement!? All the websites I posted are scam-free. No surveys to take, no anoying adds. And they don't try to get your credit card information at all. Its completely free. You can trust me on this, being that I am a very lazy person and can't stand it when I have to go through trouble to get to a site. One of the sites require you to make an account, but thats hardly a hassle. It asks for very little info and once your account is set up they don't bother you at all. That would be stumbleupon.com by the way. Its a site that asks you your interests, then "stumbles" all the websites on the internet to find websites you might like. It's very cool. Here's one of the rage comics I like, and I hope this post has interested you.

A begining note

   This blog is meant mainly for me. Every now and then, I get the urge to write. Probably because my mother is a writer herself. I must have picked it up. I only write when something is important to me. A thought or an idea will urge me to write, and many times I will write out of emotion. I don't intend on using this as a diary, but sometimes my entrys might get personal. I purposely did not write an "about me" on my profile. Mainly because I figure that if anybody wants to know me, then they will read my posts, and not a short summary of me. I also do not want to have to change it constantly because the person that I am changes every day. I used a simple poem, that I found online once upon a time. I know that its Title is "My Beating Heart", but I do not know the author. I disclaim any rights to the poem. I did not write it. But I do love the poem, I think it reflects me very well.
     To whoever stumbles upon my blog, I do hope you check it out. I do appreciate feedback, even negative feedback. But I will not accept any vulgar feedback. If you can't be respectful, then please leave. If you have checked out my blog, and you are respectful, I thank you sincerely. I will not ask you to comment, or premote me, but it would be nice of you if you do decide to do so.