I’m Leaving

“… I’m leaving on a jet plane
I don’t know when I’ll be back again ”
Chantal Kreviazuk

I am going to be offline for a while. I won’t be here. I won’t be on email. I won’t be anywhere.

Well actually, I will be somewhere. I am going on vacation. My flight leaves in 3 hours. Please be here when I get back.


Love Is…

… a cycle:

When you love, you get hurt.

When you get hurt, you hate.

When you hate, you try to forget.

When you try to forget, you start missing.

And when you start missing…

You’ll eventually fall in love again.

-Source Unknown

The Heart Repairs

“Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.”

— Emily Griffin 

♥ ♥ ♥ 

It took some time but my heart has healed and the scars have made it stronger. So yeah, my heart is finally okay.

Believe In Love

Despite having experienced a lot of hurt and disappointment over the past year, I still have it in me to love. Inside I am still am that little girl who believes in “happily ever after”. How could I not?

 If it is possible for one person to hurt another, then there is the flip-side… the equal possibility that person can be healed by another.

 That’s just how life is. And if I believe it’s so, then it will be so.

It’s Over

I never asked for it to be over. But then again, I never asked for it to begin. That’s the way it is with life; some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance, but even the most beautiful days have their sunsets.

The “L” Word

There is a particular word in the English language that has been abused, mangled, and cut up; its body parts strewn across the plain of modern day speech in a way that many would describe as careless and heartbreaking – that is, if they noticed it at all. See, this abuse – resulting in a definition so marred and obscure that one struggles to define it at all – has occurred so gradually and so quietly that it has gone completely unnoticed.

The word I am talking about is love. (Although I recognize that a similar case could be made for hate as well. However I am not here to talk about hate.)

There are very few of us who are not guilty of misusing this word. I admit myself that I am guilty of taking part in this abuse. It is heard every day: you love your outfit, you love those potato chips, you love swimming, you love the colour green, you love that new song on the radio, you love those shoes, you love that video game, but none of that is the same way in which you love your friend, which is not the same as the way in which you love your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc.

How is one to tell the difference?

When one over hears someone say, “I love you” how can one know which meaning the speaker is using? Moreover, what is this meaning? Webster’s New World Dictionary lists eight different meanings for the word ‘love,’ ranging from “a deep and tender feeling of affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons” to “God’s tender regard and concern for mankind.” But these definitions are not very clear and there are so many. How is one supposed to tell whether they are feeling a “…feeling of affection… to a person” or a “passionate affection… for another?”

The fact of the matter is that this word and its definition, though they may have been clear at one point in time, have become incredibly vague and confusing. It has reached the point where very few people have a firm grasp on what love really is and even fewer are able to discern if and when they are or have experienced it. I feel that those few are very lucky.

In this day and age, due to the abuse of the word, many people don’t know what love is and that, dear readers, is nothing short of a tragedy. 

True Love?

“Now I’ve realized that I don’t know the difference between lust and love. How I feel is different than what makes sense logically. My head and my heart can never seem to come to an agreement. When I ask married women how they knew their husbands were the one, they all come up with the same answer, “You’ll just know, you’ll feel it.” Well thank you for that answer, however it doesn’t do me any good. What does that mean? I find myself thinking about my feelings and my thoughts on love constantly. It consumes 95% of my thoughts and about 50% of my time. It’s something that people have constantly wrote about, talked about, and dreamed about so why is it that no one has the same answer let alone the correct answer? It’s something that people will continue to try to figure out and I just hope that in this lifetime I will experience it and hold on to it forever. I will continue to jump from relationship to relationship trying to figure out what it all means and if anyone has the slightest idea what Love is, True love, if there is such a thing please inform me.” – Source Unknown

 I wonder the same thing … the question is, does anyone have the answer?