Do you believe in love like I do?
Do you believe in love, like I love you?
Just to mark how I’m feeling right now.. Happy yet a bit sad. I miss you more than anything else in the world, mom.
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I have had my cup emptied dry, have seen almost everything I owned and cherished disappear right before my eyes. I’ve felt people pull away. But through all that something always, always kept me going. My faith, my sense of humor, random days of happiness, kindness from friends & loved ones, prayers, love—rich, unfathomable love. A lot of things have happened in the past that has forced me to “man up” and be brave, even if I felt like such a coward at times. Some may never be able to understand. I may never be given a chance to explain myself. But as long as people who matter know me, I’m good. Never would’ve gone through all that without my faith—that inexplicable feeling that a higher being’s always sending me good thoughts every single day. That is why I know Jesus exists, and that’s also why I’m thankful He was born. Makes me appreciate Christmas more.
Be thankful of what you have :) Count your blessings! Good night and Merry Christmas!
“You’re so sweet to have done this.”
“Rubbish.”
“No, seriously, you are. It’s not every day I get breakfast cooked for me, ” I said, and put my arms around her waist.
She didn’t turn to look at me, but took my hand in hers and squeezed it for a moment.
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not for you I did this. I eat like this every weekend.
Her lie was symptomatic of a certain pride she took in mocking the romantic, in being unsentimental, matter-of-fact, stoic; yet at heart she was the opposite: idealistic, dreamy, giving and deeply attached to everything she liked verbally to dismiss as “mushy.”
— On Love; Alain de Botton
Gratitude means never having to choose what you should be thankful for.. And that every realization is every bit as important as the experience. Happy Thanksgiving to the people half a world away, and the ones who always find reasons to give thanks :)
Everything will be alright. It may seem dark at the moment, but don’t lose hope. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, keep moving and you’ll get there. God won’t abandon you; let God be your light. It may take some time, but in the end, everything will be alright.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
Seasons of love. Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
I’ve come this far, Lord…
Please don’t let me go.
I was a wayward child With the weight of the world That I held deep inside Life was a winding road And I learned many things Little ones shouldn’t know But I closed my eyes Steadied my feet on the ground Raised my head to the sky And though time’s rolled by Still feel like a child
As I look at the moon Maybe I grew up A little too soon Funny how one can learn To grow numb to the madness And block it away I left the worst unsaid Let it all dissipate And I try to forget Nearing the edge Oblivious I almost Fell right over A part of me Will never be quite able To feel stable That woman-child falling inside Was on the verge of fading Thankfully I Woke up in time Guardian angel I Sail away on an ocean With you by my side Orange clouds roll by They burn into your image And you’re still alive…
Button Theme
