What's up with the logic of love?
everyone loves a good love quote.. how about these to start off the topic
"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time."
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Submitted by Krystal Esplin
"Love is a precious gift that you receive, and you need to give it with caution!"
.....something to give us a stronger reality check
"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is battle, love is war, love is growing up."
" love forgives all mistakes and gives you new strength to face the day.."- shane
For the last couple of years, I fear falling in love again. That is until I met someone who fears it more than I do.. Well, the source of my fear is the simple distaste I've when you're out of love.
I'll be first to declare that I lack the faith and guts to explore possible relationship paths. Therefore I don't pick up anybody, attempt to make an impression to anyone, and yeah I do the most turn-off things such as talk about past relationships on first dates, and drag on ambigously with people waiting for me to decide if I'm interested in the first place.
I may be willingly to give 90% of effort to make an attempt to work things out, but I'm just as quick at pulling the plug when I think it won't work or I lost the confidence in making things work.
Looking back at my journals, it originated when my confidence was totally shaken; falling out of love in the first place, therefore the possibility of this vicious cycle happening again is a realistic bet.
These days, I amused myself when I openly invite friends to introduce me people to meet. Of course, this lowers my 'attractiveness' ~ (after all the most attractive person is the person you can't have, and when you're taken by someone.. you've the quality assurance that you are of good standing..) But its all part of my process to be comfortable with people again.
These days love to me is still associated with risk, with heartache, wonderful memories coupled with deep angst.
I've created a safety harness of over-working, under committing, being an asshole to every lady who could remotely be interested in me, and of course the best part is me just shooting myself in the foot with every possible relationship.
Maybe I'm just waiting for the day for me to have the courage to take off the safety harness and leave my cave..or a lady who would possess the ability to make me run out of my cave faster than I can say "hippoo.....mus"
Slowly but surely, the unrest in staying this cave is getting stronger. The disgust at myself for clinging onto the harness of being just a good guy to everyone is starting to annoy me more and more. oh yeah, in the background... I'm reminded of my mum's hope for the years ahead..
perhaps love is...just a crazy thing.. mixed with dose of empowerment..
friends, as I strife for the capacity to love again.. may I also pray that love be with you.
Labels: oh what is love?
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- At 4:49 am Anonymous said...
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What does "Love" mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4
to 8 year-olds.....
"What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have
imagined. See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint
her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands
got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth"
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving
cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your
French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip
before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of
kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop
opening presents and listen"
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend
who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I
looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and
smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody,
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he
is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him
alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old
clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little
stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think
it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if
you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
And the final one.....
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was
asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find
"the most caring child."
The winner.....
A 4-year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman
who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old
gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little
boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."