To unconditionally love someone is something that just happens. You don't plan on it and you can't make yourself unconditionally love someone, but you know it when it happens.
Even when your heart is broken and filled with immense sadness, you know deep down, that the depth of your love will never change, it will just take a different shape, a different place inside of you.
A smaller place that won't overwhelm you when dreams of what you thought life would be like try to take root, but in time, these dreams will have a smaller place to haunt, leaving the rest of your spirit whole.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
We are what we repeatedly do...
...Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. - Aristotle
I love inspirational quotes. I feel good when I stumble across one that reaches out to me and pulls at my heart-strings or urges me to think more about worldly affairs, at least for a few seconds.
Then it's back to what I was doing originally, which is what led me to this whisper of inspiration by Aristotle in the first place. Cruising the web without a real destination.
I begin by visiting my usual haunts, starting with the gossip pages, (TMZ.com - one of these days you're going to get me fired! Please tone down your site). If I've putzed around enough and feeling a bit guilty for not working on what I should be, then I go to news.google.com, because that's an intelligent move, right? Really pinched for validation, then Daily Beast it is. I always feel smarter for checking out news from across the world.
For a local spin I cruise on over to my local hometown news sites to see where the local drug deals are going down, the domestic disputes, and which public official is once again in hot water. After that, I tap my fingers on the keyboard, where else can I poke around for absolutely nothing at all. I know! Ancestry.com! Which then leads me to looking up grave sites for long-departed relatives.
So, if indeed we are what we repeatedly do, then I have come to the conclusion that I will not be a writer until I stop being the procrastinator.
I love inspirational quotes. I feel good when I stumble across one that reaches out to me and pulls at my heart-strings or urges me to think more about worldly affairs, at least for a few seconds.
Then it's back to what I was doing originally, which is what led me to this whisper of inspiration by Aristotle in the first place. Cruising the web without a real destination.
I begin by visiting my usual haunts, starting with the gossip pages, (TMZ.com - one of these days you're going to get me fired! Please tone down your site). If I've putzed around enough and feeling a bit guilty for not working on what I should be, then I go to news.google.com, because that's an intelligent move, right? Really pinched for validation, then Daily Beast it is. I always feel smarter for checking out news from across the world.
For a local spin I cruise on over to my local hometown news sites to see where the local drug deals are going down, the domestic disputes, and which public official is once again in hot water. After that, I tap my fingers on the keyboard, where else can I poke around for absolutely nothing at all. I know! Ancestry.com! Which then leads me to looking up grave sites for long-departed relatives.
So, if indeed we are what we repeatedly do, then I have come to the conclusion that I will not be a writer until I stop being the procrastinator.
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