Amazing quote

Some people need to hear this.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." -Marianne Williamson

Hurting?

People, distance, things that change,
Everyday is something strange.
Now we move, far apart.
Not just in miles, but in our hearts.
Does the swallow carry love,
Across the moors that
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It's been said a million times, in thousands of blogs and poems-- Love sucks.
Relationships are synonymous with heartache.
So what is it that people want?
It seems a fundamental, we all want love.
So what makes it so hard to love others?

If love is something that everyone wants, if acceptance is something that everyone longs for, and affirmation is something everyone desires, what makes it so hard to give it out? Is it so difficult to hand out the thing that we desire the most? When you open yourself up to someone, and hope that they accept you-- all your flaws, quirks, hopes and dreams-- you leave yourself open to a world of rejection. You allow your deepest desires to be judged and lay them bare to be trampled on. So why is it, that people keep seeking love? Why can't we find it in ourselves the love we want from others? Because, it's easier to love yourself. It's easier to affirm your own choices, its easier to accept what you are, but asking others to accept you and love you is getting affirmation from the world. If the world can love you, then you have everything. But then we're back at the beginning, why can't we give everything to others? Is it so difficult to let little things go? The problem is that we love ourselves so much that we can't love others. It's a catch-22. Unless we are loved, we find it hard to love others because we don't love ourselves. Over and over. It's human nature to shy away from differences. We can't unconditionally love people who are different. Different speech, hygiene, hopes, morals, aspirations, interactions with the world. Different. And with rejection, hundreds of unwanted questions attack.
Was I not good enough?
Did I do something wrong?
Am I too clingy?
Did he even like me in the first place?
Was it all a lie?
And those these questions may have no logical basis, they keep itching at your mind like a bug bite. Because the basis of your identity has been rejected.
And maybe there are good reasons accompanying these rejections, nevertheless, heartache attacks leaving these pesky questions behind.
SO what do we do?

Love.


Do the thing we despise the most at the moment. You hurt, so does everyone. No one is completely happy with themselves or with their relationships, so end the cycle.
Easier said than done.
But,
give someone some love.
People that see you loving want to love you back. If you see someone without a smile, give them yours.
Ask someone how they are,
How they really are.
And listen to the answer.
Tell someone they are beautiful.
Don't just say you love someone, tell them why.
If you can't love, how can you expect to get it back?
And someday, if you wait, someone is gonna find you
and sweep you off your feet, and want to love you. All of you, even the temper tantrums you throw when you loose at Monopoly.
and send you notes, just because they want you to think of them. Flowers because he wants you to smile.
Then its all worth it.

So I propose a challenge,
Love someone different from you.
Not your best friend…that's too easy.
Love someone you don't agree with,
Send them an email listing things you like about them.
And maybe they'll pass it on. And that's all it takes.
This world needs a little love, on this we all agree,
They why won't this pattern, start with you and me.

:)

Breath.

Every three years, like clockwork, my family was handed the orders dictating that we must relocate as my father could better serve his country in another location. And we moved while I watched enviously as my friends' fathers had their orders extended, giving them three more years of the life they had created. I have always hated that I've had to visit home, and that I could never have it. Home has been at the tip of my fingers for eighteen years, just out of my reach. After a while, I began to realize that family is the only home I'd ever have, wherever that may be. Going to college felt like I was loosing every little bit of home I had. I now had to define myself, not by my parents jobs or by the clothes they bought me or the church they decided to attend, but by myself. I've always had a fear of being alone, and just two days after my 18th birthday, I felt I would be. Each day leading up to my execution felt like something was being stripped from me. I felt my identity being taken from me. My life was being dramatically transformed, radically altered, until I barely recognized it. Who I was seemed a lie. All the self assured confidence that I possessed was swept away in a wave of doubt. I was no longer Kristine, I was a ball of clay, back at square one ready to be remade. Into what was the question. At the end of this, who would I be? Would I loose myself along the way? Where would I end up? There was a maze of roads in front of me, each within my grasp; I could choose my fate. What if I choose wrong, with so many options how would I know the right one? There were so many possibilities of the thing I feared more than any other, failure. So I prayed, often. I prayed and breathed. "Please let this be right." Breath. "Was this correct?" Breath. "What is your will?" Breath. And then held my breath while waiting for an answer.