It is never to late to let your guard down and love like it is the first time. In fact it is the first time. The first time in this moment, in this mindset, in this lifetime. Every moment from here on out is an opportunity for something great and to fall in love for the first time all over again.
Learning to love a stranger in times when it is needed most is something we should all strive for. There is beauty in our individual lives, there is an art when we blend our lives together, we could last until eternity if we could all sing in harmony together.
Everything that I have every dreamed of is coming true. And it all started with love and a little faith that every once in a while happy endings do happen, at least that is when my did, right when I least expected it. And all with a blink of an eye.
If you consider yourself to be an infinite power than you won’t engage in negative conversation or behaviour about yourself. We can only see ourselves as the less than perfect being that we are. We define ourselves by the way we look. That is what society tells us now. You have to be perfect. But perfect for who?
For the longest time I always knew that I could withstand a certain tolerance to pain. Both in physcial and the emotional. It’s like I could feel these varying levels of it it residing inside of me but it never really took over my whole being. It was hard to unerstand but I accepted it…
There are some cats that you just should never let out of the bag. You know secrets. Well not really secrets but factual knowledge that you aren’t privvy too. Facts that you probably shouldn’t have been searching for but it’s hard not to. Sometimes I wish I could just have bliss living in my own…
Letting me know that he only has to invest just enough to make him happy. Nothing more nothing less. Nothing makes a human being crazier than a lack of human touch.
So even if my storey only reaches just one. That is the one that matters most. Because you are the one that needed to read this most.
You don’t have to be a specific sex to follow the rules implied by Steve Harvey.
***as always my diary entries are prose. Just another way for me to communicate my thoughts artistically to try and leave an imprint on the World.*** I stare at him sleeping than back at my phone. I can hear the murmur of the news just more headlines how humanity is rapidly failing us which makes…