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“I’ve got another confession my friend, I’m no fool. I’m getting tired of starting again somewhere new.”*

How often have I heard or seen someone tired of starting again? How many times have I heard of a friend unhappy in a relationship or lack thereof?

In a world where we rely on technology and people to show us how to live our lives, is it any wonder so many are unhappy? We turn and look at the person next to us, comparing what they have with what we’ve got, and then we turn and look at our smartphone to see what the world has that we do not.

We bury ourselves in things that should make us happy based on others’ thoughts, but does it really? Is that new outfit going to fulfill your heart? Is that late night going to make up for a bad day or just make you temporarily forget? What happens when you wake up and still feel the same?

The truth is that we turn so much that we forget to look straight ahead in a mirror. We forget to look at ourselves. What makes us happy, what gives us enjoyment, what motivates us. The fact is, it isn’t a ‘what’ but a ‘who’. We are our worst enemy and yet we forget that we are our best friend as well. By looking at ourselves in the mirror, perhaps one of those times, we can see who really matters and really see the only person who can change our lives and make us happy.

Every day is filled with choices. Some people have more choices than others, but there are still choices nonetheless. But, you see, there’s another question that bothers me even more.

“Is someone getting the best of you?”*

I think this goes beyond making our own happiness, because in so many instances we choose to make ourselves unhappy. We choose a path that leads somewhere we feel more certain about, rather than leaving the path and going on our own into an adventure. Perhaps some people are not naturally adventurous, but why do we consistently choose a path that we already know doesn’t make us happy? Maybe we aren’t unhappy, but true happiness, not a life of complaining and daydreaming of something else, is what we really wish for. Has happiness really become so unbelievable for some people that they would rather wake up ‘okay’ each day? Isn’t there more to this short life on earth?

So this is for all of my friends who are searching and losing and who are frustrated and feel unloved. This is for you, who think it’s ‘good enough’. I’m here to tell you that it isn’t and it isn’t working. Look in the mirror. You are beautiful. You are unique. You. Only you.

Only you can know your heart. Only you can know your happiness. Only you can know what is the best of you.

The best of you. That part of you that gives someone a light in their eye, that shines from you when you walk into a room, that makes others want to know, ‘What makes that person so different?’ The best of you.

Only you know what that is and only you can give the best of you away. If someone does have the best of you, then hold onto that thought and let it fill you with happiness. Don’t take it for granted. If not, then you’ve answered your long list of questions. Go and be you. No one else can. There is only one of you.

So I will ask again:

“Is someone getting the best of you?”*

 

 

 

 

*Lyrics by Foo Fighters

 

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Let Hope Rise

As mentioned before in Being Happy: Part 2, I do have my dark days, where sometimes the world just becomes too much. Thankfully, I believe in an awesome and almighty God and that gives me hope. Hope for a new day: Hope for a better tomorrow: Hope for goodness in all people.

My happiness and ‘smiling’ attitude make my life easier to wake up everyday and put one foot in front of the other. This way of living, however, if not easy for many people. I’m well aware of this fact, which is what motivates me to live stronger and louder. I believe in being that light, no matter how small, for someone else. I believe in being the hope that they search for.

Many people suffer from depression and anxiety. Many people focus on negativity in their lives, wishing they had better things or were able to do more. Many cultures and countries stigmatize mental illness and castrate those who are afflicted. It is so easy to just kneel down and give up, to cry for all those who are misunderstood, judged and ridiculed. I refuse to be one of those.

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I will let hope rise, like a sunrise that makes you stop and ponder its significance and warmth. I don’t want to cry. I want to laugh and sing and dance in the light of the sun, letting it soak into my skin as a new day dawns. I want to revel in its majesty and feel the non-judging grace. I want to give this experience to everyone I meet. I want them to know love. Real love.

Hope can change people, can turn nations, can create miraculous moments. Hope can and it will. I can only meet so many people in the world, but everyone has the ability to be the hope for someone else. Are you the hope for someone or do you depend on someone else to see that hope?

We all live in this world together and together we must conquer the darkness that suffocates us. It takes everyone and that is the hope I hold onto: a changed life. I don’t need to be able to see a changed world in order to see a changed life, because that one life is the world.

Perhaps I am a dreamer and many realists may be filled with skepticism, but I do know what is going on around the world and I refuse to let it get me down. I am more than a news story. I am more than rejection. I am more than just 5’1″. I am more.

 

 
 

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Do you have a Plan B?

Sprinkle on satin petals and

    be Reborn in my solitude

No darkness can cover you from my eyes

                                                Open.

I’m breathing for you.

                Shallow disregard,

They are blind to the beauty of your spirit

                Free me.

                                                Taste me.

You are imprinted on my mind

The heaviness of your question

                                bleeds into my heart

A new dawn to be your Plan B

                Leap, you say…

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Posted by on September 24, 2015 in Poetry, Stream of Consciousness

 

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Criticizing like a Married Couple

Early in a relationship we see only the good things. Months later we start to notice bad habits. Years go by and those habits begin to annoy us. Before we know it, we dislike everything that we use to love. What is the difference between this and a friendship that falls apart? Unconditional love.

If unconditional love is missing, in any kind of relationship, then forgiveness is absent as well. If forgiveness is absent, there is no way for it to survive, because all of the things that are hated, become the things to be focused on. This is why it is so difficult to have intimate relationships with people. There is no (true) love.

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Sunrise for Me

Sunrise for me
my sweet love
for today is a new day.
Steadfast is our love
for patience has no limit
no clock.
Father Time cannot deny us
our reward
our destiny
to hold each other in our arms.
Fate will not be so cruel
to ignore our existing devotion
to one another.
Sunrise for me
my world
my universe
so that our love will be
rewarded a new and glorious day.
Sunrise.
 
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Posted by on January 28, 2013 in Poetry, Writing

 

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Wear Love

I hope this doesn’t come off ‘hippie-like’. Nor do I wish to sound like those Miss Universe contestants wanting world peace, because that is logically impossible as long as there is diversity and misunderstanding in the world.

I do believe, however, that love can solve anything, but in saying that, it may be one of the most difficult things to do. Why is love so powerful? Perhaps because it is so gentle.

Loving without opinion, without prejudice, is much more challenging, because humans are prone to judging. It is natural, but that does not mean it is right.

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Dance in Color

Beauty comes from the soul of a person, not the skin. If it came from the skin, then people would be divided into two races: glowing, flawless skin and boils pussing from each pore.

The world is a beautiful painting filled with colors of the rainbow and light of the prism, both seen and unseen. Cultures make this rich blend like coffee beans of many countries, combined to create a sweet aroma of the people of the world. Celebrate each difference together and rejoice with the purest joy and then the true spirit of the world will reveal herself to you. She will embrace you like the prodigal son and never let you forget the feeling of bliss: a world with no skin color, no language, no money, no status… open your eyes and see the true beauty of our Mother, the only Mother, we all share together on this one planet. Dance in the colors of life, falling from the sky like rain in the spring, and together we will dance as She comforts us under her blankets of clouds. Brown, peach, yellow, hazel, sand, white… one song, the song of the earth, joins us hand in hand in a dance for no one and everyone, for the named and the nameless, for the forgotten and the fame, for the lucky and the struggling… Do not simply look at the painting of beauty, jump into it, dive into it, drown in it. Swim amongst its pages of calligraphy and cleanse yourself with the joy of knowledge and freedom.

Is there hope for humanity? I see hope in every child’s innocent smile, in every arm raised together in love, in every embrace of acceptance… there is hope as long as there is laughter and love.

If every continent were connected by underwater passageways, would the blend of cultures and peoples create a unity of love for each other as fellow man and woman?

Can someone be proud of their country and culture, and still accept everyone else in the world or will jealousy and rivalry interject into every conversation?

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2012 in Love, Stream of Consciousness, World Problems

 

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Dreams coming True

I was surprised yesterday with the most wonderful gift: the ocean. After telling me to meet him at a certain place at a particular time, I made my way by train to the unknown destination. While reading a good book, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the thing that I had been longing for all these months. The calm ocean pulled the train, teasing me to touch its frigid waters. When the train got to its last stop, I got off to feel the warm embrace of the man I love while the wind whipped around us. He smiled, his eyes full of surprises, and led me to the place I was hoping: the beach. We walked on the coarse sand and talked for hours, wanting only to be in that place, and I realized in that moment, that it is possible to have everything you always wanted.

Me sorprendió ayer con el regalo más maravilloso: el océano. Después de decirme que lo encontrara en un lugar determinado en un momento determinado, me dirigía en tren hacia el destino desconocido. Durante estoy leyendo un buen libro, me di cuenta por el rabillo del ojo lo que yo había estado esperando durante todos estos meses. El mar en calma sacó el tren, burlándose de mí para tocar sus aguas frígidas. Cuando el tren llegó a su última parada, me bajé a sentir el cálido abrazo del hombre que amo, mientras el viento azotaba a nuestro alrededor. Él sonrió, sus ojos llenos de sorpresas, y me llevó al lugar que estaba esperando: la playa. Caminamos a la arena gruesa y hablamos durante horas, esperando sólo para estar en ese lugar, y me di cuenta en ese momento, de que es posible tener todo lo que siempre quiso.

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2012 in Australia, Love, Travel, Writing

 

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When we bleed, We bleed the same

I know most people judge each other based on culture, language, and race, but why are we prejudice about careers, family life, and daily decisions? This is a common trap among society today and I even find myself caught occasionally. I blame the way we think, the disrespect, the ignorance.

Today I was riding the bus and I was so disturbed by the lack of respect by a menopausal woman to the bus driver. It actually made me angry to the point where I wanted to confront her. She was complaining about how the bus wasn’t leaving and it was supposed to leave at 8:30. She claimed it was 8:35 (based on her wristwatch), when in fact the satellite clocks on the bus said 8:28. Now, I don’t know if she was having a bad day or maybe there were other factors in her life making her so unpleasant, but she was making the driver feel like sh**. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, because I don’t know what is going on in their lives. Maybe something truly terrible has happened to them. However, this driver did not deserve her snide comments and angry retorts.

Is driving a bus less dignified or respectable than being a CEO of a business? Does selling fruit on the street make you a beggar? No! Stop acting like you are better! Without people who provide a service, we would have to make our own coffee or change the brakes on our cars! We would have to go pick the food off of a farm and even grow it ourselves! I hate the phrase ‘shut up’, but I believe it is time to use it. Shut up with the complaining and the prejudice! Why must we think this way? When did nobility and modesty become old-fashioned?

We are all here on the planet together, and it is only together that we will thrive. It is true, we do all bleed the same. Calling someone names or telling someone they are not ‘worth it’, that their life and their job is not important, pierces the heart. Enough stab wounds and it will bleed out. The heart will dry out and die, and if the body has no heart, no soul, then it is nothing more than a walking corpse. It does not beat with life. It is not alive.

By causing harm, by disrespecting other people, you are killing them. It is like a poison that slowly spreads throughout the body…

I don’t want to live in a dead world anymore. Nor do I want my children to grow up in a soulless status.

So my question is to you: Are you alive?

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Agape

Last night was a big event for Unite Thornbury! We had such a multi-cultural group with lots of smiles and love in their hearts. I feel so blessed to have found a group of people who I may call my family without having any blood relation. I think that is true love, because with your family, it is often expected to love each other ‘just because’ you are related. You must, in a sense. Sometimes if you don’t love someone in your family, people think you are strange or that something is wrong…

However, loving a person for WHO they are, not how you know them, is even more powerful, I believe. You have no reasons, no relations, no blood to love them and, yet, you do. How amazing is that love?! Think of a best friend or your spouse… it feels so much more free to be who you are. No judging, no prejudice, no expectations, because they know YOU.

It frustrates me when I am judged based on my friends, my family, my culture, my language, my country, etc, etc… It is unbelievably frustrating, because I just want people to see me! Why is that so hard in today’s world? Everyone gets so comfortable being with their ‘own kind’, but I never understood what that meant, because we are all human beings on the same earth! Why must we judge? Why must we envy? Love, people! Love is so powerful: more powerful than all other feelings, and we still disregard it as weakness. Why? Is it weak to cry when holding a newborn baby? Is it weak to hug a brother with another skin color? Is it weak to laugh and joke in all different languages? Is it really weak? Love…

I often dream about a world that is so filled with love, that is alters the entire planet. What would it be like? To love one another, to love all creatures, to love cities and nature… Just love…

 

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