Sunday, 18 January 2009
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* sigh.
part of me is lost...
I don't know what really is anymore...
was it love?
or is this love?I'm definately content where I am right now...
but am I really happy?I mean if its really love,
I SHOULD have unconditional patience right?
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Comments (2)
I personally believe love is unconditional, but self destructive?
If you're honestly not happy then you should try and fix things. Being stagnant will only brew negative emotions and that will kind of make matters worse.
try not to mistake your feelings for love, or to let yourself fall in love too soon. it could just be hormone/pheremones whatever.
love is unconditional, but if you are having problems with this guy.. if you arent happy.. break up with him.
it wont be your first break up. it wont be his first either.
you will find someone else, someone better. get married, have kids, buy a dawg, live in a nice house.
dont rush yourself into thinking you should be in love with someone if you arent. dont think you are in love if it is really just a whole lot of "like". dont "put up with" someone who you dont have to put up with.
heres a favorite verse of mine, from a favorite poem of mine. you might appreciate it, (based solely on the way you wrote this blog. i havnt read your others. lol)
"If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in lies but takes joy inthe truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me."
sorry its alittle long. you might recognise it, no? its from a pretty famous author....