aloneness, acting in ways outside of my character, finding out that *is* my character, overwhelming doubt, lack of patience, failure, reaching my ability’s end, pushing people away, mindreaders, rejection, financial instability, the word “never”, being misunderstood (mostly by myself), weakness, vulnerability, did I mention aloneness?
are you saving your first kiss for marriage?! if you are, i think that is marvelous!
Haha! Well, thank you for the sentiment - most people would say that’s crazy :) I’m not sure I can honestly say yes, though…
I guess I’ve just grown up believing in the sanctity of a kiss - the only thing you can give to someone beyond material possessions (and who can measure that worth?) is the gift of yourself. Clearly there are ways to think beyond that about purity, but I hope my answering this and expressing my views on something as seemingly simple as a kiss would clear up any questions about what comes afterward….(if you catch my drift)
I would never put myself in a position of giving my first kiss to someone I couldn’t eventually see myself marrying. So - in a sense - I suppose you *could* say I’m saying my first kiss for marriage. Whether or not it would be on my actual marriage *day* I frankly just don’t know…
Perhaps I’m crazy for having these views in this day and age, and I admit I feel a little awkward admitting it, but what I do know is how I feel about what I have to give to someone that I love and that it would take a lot to give it up - you can only give it once ;)
Our parents do the best they can, under the circumstances. They do what they can, and it is always the very best. Who’s to say if you were not loved or touched. There was too much to do, there were too many children, too many meals to prepare, too many sheets to fold, too many socks to match, too many floors to sweep. Oh the terrible burden, each of us doing the very best we could. Try to imagine yourself in their shoes. Living their lives, mowing their lawns, hanging their laundry, cleaning their clothes, arguing their arguments. You would do far worse. You would fail completely.
I am never satisfied with just one thing. There is one thing and then another. My life is occupied with worry after worry. The business of living complicated with projects, principles, financial matters, bills, taxes, songs to write, stories to edit, friends to call, family to consider in prayer, letters, lottery tickets, garbage days, the landlord’s voice mail, work, doctors, astrologers, bike messengers, exercise, eating, drinking, book design, door locks, indigestion, parking tickets.
These things have set themselves on me like a big denim jacket. I am heavy with the signs of death. I am heavy with the work of the world that is death. I am not going to make it to the end. I have been put aside by the great big arm of God. He has gone somewhere else, in a different country, in a different language. I have walked all over the state, town to town, city to city, in search of meaning. The empty logging camps, the polluted rivers, the vacant parking lots, the burned out buildings, the bridges collapsed, the dysfunctional families, the potholes, the flat tires, the city taxes.
Then there is the devil, with his convincing opinions, his euphemisms, his friendly chatter, his considerable presence. When all else has left you, he is waiting: patient, quiet, informed, good looking, articulate. I like this guy. He looks like me. He talks like me. We agree on everything. We eat the same foods. We watch the same movies. We think the same thoughts. We are exactly the same person.
“It’s just most people, girls especially, try to wear all the right clothes, find all the right makeup, wear their hair just a certain way, buy certain products, and talk their certain lingo just to attract the opposite sex. That’s not how it should be at all. People should learn a new language, learn how to paint, go travel the world over, grow plants, experience life, etc. And when life has had its share of you and you have taken life by the handles, love strolls in so casual. So classy. So purposefully….Couples are continuously pursuing clumsily into commited relationships thinking that the other person is going to make them happy. When they realize that their partner cannot make them happy, they end it. You have to be satisfied with yourself, and have the ability to find happiness on… your own life before you go and share your life with someone else…..Don’t confuse lust with love. Love can make you happy temporarily, but when your talking about happiness for an entire lifetime its different, that’s commitment. Imagine two blind people who have lost their way and eventually run into eachother on the street. At first they are both ecstatic and elated to eachother to have found someone in a similar predicament, blind and lost. But the merriment soon wears off because even though they are together they are still lost, and blind. Eventually they will realize they are in the same quagmire as they began, only together. And that’s why the majority of relationships end so wanting and desolate, they are blind and don’t realize they have to be completely happy with themselves before they find someone else to live with.”— Stephen Christian
“Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.”—rainer maria rilke
“In my opinion, the mark of a good television show is one that is capable of immersing the viewer, allowing them to become apart of the action. LOST is the only show I’ve come across that has captivated me from start to finish, because I feel like I am a part of it. I feel like I know these characters, inside and out. I can relate to them and I’m emotionally invested in their fate. Every time I rave about LOST to my peers, they scoff and say “…There are polar bears on a tropical island? And a smoke monster? I tried watching an episode once and it didn’t make any sense”. People don’t understand that THAT is what’s so beautiful about LOST. In order to experience the spectacle, you have to start from the beginning-just like a book.”—Paige is a 17 year old LOSTIE who still believes John Locke will come back to life. She tumbles at You Taste Like Fish Biscuits. (via 815sentencesaboutlost)
“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in all the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.”— John Steinbeck (via thechocolatebrigade)