“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.” — Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via deniseisabelle)
(via 9ine4our)
Decided to put my classes into my calendar to see how my days are gonna go once I start school.
Over the years I have developed a 3-step process for finding and making your relationship last.
I call it “The Big Three.”
If you follow the big three I can’t promise you no troubles, but I can promise you a way to get through most of them:
1. Love.
Love one.
Your destiny. Your soul-mate. Yes, I’m a starry-eyed dreamer. I still believe in the Wesley and Buttercup version of ‘true love.”
I also happen to believe there are very practical steps to take and a lot of hard work involved, but that is a post for another time…
Love some.
Family, friends, and people close to you.
Love is not a pie you must divide; there’s a quantum aspect to it. The more you need to give, the more there is to give.
Love everyone.
Humanity. Regardless of color, creed, or financial status or social station.
Just love.
2. Listen.
Hear:
Concentrate on what is being said, not on your reply.
Reflect:
Using your Mind.
Using your Words.
Act:
Act on what you hear.
Show them you value what is being said and shown to you.
3. Serve.
“What can I give?” not “What can I get?” is the door-opening questioning.
To serve does not mean to be “subservient.”
It does not be to be obsequious, or kowtowing to everyone around you.
To serve is to solve problems.
If you show that you can solve problems, you will never lack meaningful relationships.
Go out of your way to better the lives of your friends. Make every interaction a chance
to better their lives or situation, through words, actions, or emotional support.
Life gets better every day.
(Source: corycopeland.net)
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I know I was supposed to write, but to be honest I didn’t know what to say. So, I left it up to you to start us off. I waited— always wondering if today will be the lucky day that I got a letter. Nothing. I know you’re busy and so am I. But, when you come back how are we going to explain to each other that we were “too busy” to write. Before you left we said things that we were going to do, none of which were fulfilled. Are we just lazy? Did we subconsciously take a break from each other? Is this our way of saying that all of this effort was too much for both of us? I don’t know. But, what I do know for sure is once you come home we have a lot of explaining to do.
It’s like more often then not, negativity lingers in the air within these walls. You never know how long the “happy” facade will last. It’s like I’m always walking on glass. I find it smarter just to stay out of the way, or in many ways have reasons to not be able to be in the house. I know my presence makes things worse. And yet, I can’t help but stay or tip-toe my way to the doorway of your bedroom and hear the thunder for myself.
I don’t know why I always have the urge to press my ear up to the door and listen to what I already know. I’m not sure if what you have is falling apart to be re-constructed or falling apart for total demolition. I can’t see into your future. But I know what I know and I know things aren’t okay. I just don’t know why I have to keep “hearing it for myself,” when I already believe it.
You know, this household does a hell of a good job pretending like things are okay. You guys deserve a reward for how well you come off as “perfect.” I always said that If I could photograph you, you’d all be the faces in the frames people would purchase. Or maybe that’s my imaginations way of telling myself that things will be okay because, a family that looks as good as we do together can’t possibly break apart.
Idk why I like this photo so much.
(Source: icanread, via cantsuppressthejess)