When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place at the right time, that's chance. When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance. Being caught up in a moment (and there's a lot of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That's also a chance.
The difference is what happens afterwards. When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling. If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that's not a chance. That's choice. When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that's choice.
Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice. Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make.
Regarding soul mates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this: “Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen.” I do believe that soul mates do exist. That there is truly someone made for you. But it's still up to you to make the choice if you're going to do something about it or not. We may meet our soul mates by chance, but loving and staying with our soul mates is still a choice we have to make. We came to the world not by finding someone perfect to love… BUT to learn how to love an imperfect person perfectly…
Love itself is a choice.
chain e-mails, fb notes, many tumblr post… Million thanks to the author from me.
BREATH NO MORE One cut, two cut, three cut, four, I shouldn't do this anymore, Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight, But by now, it's already too late.
One pill, two pill, three pill, four, My body trembles, falls to the floor, Five pill, six pill, seven pill, eight, This life, this world, I sincerely hate.
One shot, two shot, three shot, four, Crimson red falls on the floor, Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight, Death by choice, not by fate.
One tear, two tear, three tear, four, Soon there won't be anymore, Five tear, six tear, seven tear, eight, This final decision, I contemplate.
One breath, two breath, three breath, four, I've stopped breathing, breathe no more, Five breath, six breath, seven breath...
Of course I didn't write this... this is too good to be me. Unfortunately, I didn't save any of my work when I deleted everything from my old blog. There were several good ones from me but they were quite dark too... not as dark as this one. I liked a few, one that was not very dark got published. Then again, I stopped writing... I don't why I stopped too.. it just happened like that. I couldn't write anymore too. I couldn't bring myself to write; neither did I read more.
Sara Teasdale - Compensation I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things, If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light, As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
For some reasons.. not exactly reason... it's unknown how but now I do write again. I got the best of both world, hate and love. They have a term for this, metaphysics. But I think, I just love life for now. Everyone dies, but not everyone lives. I still remember the chat with the pilot, it'd be sad to live a life with things but an empty soul inside because passion and true heart desires were not fulfilled.
William Blake - Auguries of Innocence To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there, Keeps the human soul from care. The lamb misus'd breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won't believe. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be belov'd by men. He who the ox to wrath has mov'd Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider's enmity. He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar. The beggar's dog and widow's cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song Poison gets from slander's tongue. The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands; Every farmer understands. Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright, And return'd to its own delight. The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar, Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath Writes revenge in realms of death. The beggar's rags, fluttering in air, Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun, Palsied strikes the summer's sun. The poor man's farthing is worth more Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands; Or, if protected from on high, Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown. Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow, To peaceful arts shall envy bow. A riddle, or the cricket's cry, Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light, To those poor souls who dwell in night; But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day.
* I love the new belly ring I bought to use as ear ring. So shiny~ * Finally a new shirt too... I've been looking for a nice navy stripes shirt, so this would do for the moment. Big and comfortable... sort of a girly bf shirt design. * My target currently: lose 10KGs by January. * Christmas WANT list: Blackberry Bold/Curve, iPod nano, Aldous Huxley - Brave New World, Art frame, hot glue gun, a trip to somewhere, more pillows and a table. * I got me self a bright yellow pants, yellow shoes and red shoes under MYR100! w00t! So proud of my thriftiness now! :D
nothing much new. 18 again.
- Currently also obsessed with listening to Billie Holiday and John Mayer's latest album - Battle Studies.
Now that we are over as the loving kind We'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive Only when we want is not a compromise I'll be pouring tears into your drying eyes
Friends, lovers, or nothing There can only be one Friends, lovers, or nothing We'll never be the in-between So give it up
You whisper "Come on over" Cause your two drinks in But in the morning I will say Good-bye again
Think we'll never fall into The jealous game The streets will flood With blood of those who felt the same
Friends, lovers, or nothing There can only be one Friends, lovers, or nothing We'll never an in-between, so give it up
Friends, lovers, or nothing We can really only ever be one Friends, lovers, or nothing Don't you know We'll never be the in-between So give it up
No we'll never the in-between So give it up
Anything other than 'yes' is 'no' Anything other than 'stay' is 'go' Anything less than 'I love you' is lying.
