love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

Shouldn't have let him go
He'll always be the one that got away. The one that gets all the "What if?" scenarios. It may have got terribly astray but he'll always be a gentleman in my mind.
By Karen 6 years ago in Humans
The Gift That Keeps On Giving
There are so many different ways to "Give Back", but an overwhelming amount of people think of it in the most conventional sense. When the term, "Give Back" is brought up most things that come to mind are charity organizations, homeless shelters, food drives and the like. Those are really great forms of giving back, but now in the age we live in it can be the easy way out. When we purchase our groceries at the store or order dinner online rounding up our change is easy. Giving $1, $5 or maybe even $10 when asked is easy enough. Giving back should be about so much more than donating your time or money. It should be a lifestyle, a way of life that we as a human race chose to live by daily. Another term that also comes to mind is “Pay it Forward”, I love that way of thinking. ‘I’m helping you now so that when you can help yourself you too can give to someone else and have the cycle continue. Again, it is a wonderful concept, however I feel that when you are doing things for others there should be no other expectancy but to see joy on their face, be the kindness, love, or joy that someone may need in that moment. I decided to share about a time where I was simply being me. On my daughter's birthday I went to Party City to get balloons to decorate her room and surprise her for her big day. I had ordered breakfast and picked it up. I had literally driven all over town and I was exhausted and a bit irritated. As I stood waiting my turn in line at the balloon counter a little girl no older than 3 saw the balloons. Her eyes went wide as she saw the 'Baby Shark' balloon and she asked her mom if she could have it. The look on her face alone was enough to change my mood instantly. Her mom told her no, but that she could have a toy or piece of candy instead. The little girl was not taking that for an answer. She wasn’t causing a scene or intolerable, she just really wanted a balloon. With that being said, she kept trying her luck and asked a few more times. The whole time this scenario was playing out I thought back to times when I couldn’t give my daughter something as simple as a pack of candy she wanted and I felt for the young girl. I had no idea of their circumstances nor did I want to assume, but she was such a well behaved adorable girl. I knew at that moment I wanted to get her that balloon. While she was in line and my balloon order was being filled I asked the associate to add the 'Baby Shark' one as well and took it over to the little girl. Her face was the most beautiful thing. Her smile was so big, she was so happy and her mother was so shocked and grateful. All the little girl could do was talk about her balloon on the way out of the store. The reaction was priceless and made my day to know I could have that effect on several people by doing something so small. I have many other stories I could have shared, but this one really spoke to me for this topic. Now we are all in some really trying times. It's the little things that make life better especially right now. A phone call to a long lost relative, a text message to an old friend, a smile, letting someone in during rush hour traffic. The little things that would not hurt us or take too much of our time that could make someone's day. Something so menial, yet holds so much value could be the difference between someone being here another day. You never know what someone is going through so choose to live life and give LOVE.
By Shvkii6 years ago in Humans
Falling For A Friend
Arriving early was not something I was well practised in. I approached the house with anticipation, the type that comes with New Year’s eve. The immense expectation of what is coming and signing off from a year I would genuinely like to forget. A promise of a better you, a more satisfying year to come. So no pressure for a great night at all then, I thought. I rang the doorbell, “Hey babe, come in”, I follow behind and was lead into Greg’s kitchen. He was the one who lived here and Racheal was his girlfriend. The kitchen was in pristine condition, just the way Greg liked it. “Hey mate, how’re things?”, Greg said warmly, extending his hand for a shake. “Yeah all right”, I said rather softly, a small smile across my face. I was rather nervous about tonight. Let alone the high expectation of having a nice night, but also I knew Sarah would be there. At least I looked good, I’d been to the barbers, bought a new, crisp suit and was looking fresh. Greg cracked a can of my favourite IPA, extended it out to me, “beer?”. Fuck it, why not, it is New Year’s eve for fuck’ sake. Racheal poured herself a glass of wine and sat down at the large oak table. I sit next to her, “you look nice”, she said, I smiled in return. “Not trying to impress anyone, are we?” she smirked, trying to wind me up. They both knew about Sarah and me, the only two who did. I looked down at my beer, “no, no”, I blurted tapping the can. “Just trying to look nice”. Sam walks over to the table, stepping away from the boiling stove for a hot second, “you are so full of shit sometimes”. I look up, wide-eyed, acting with disbelief, “what I’m serious!”. Although I wasn’t, I had absolutely looked as nice as possible for one reason, Sarah.
By Cameron McLeod6 years ago in Humans
Have You Met Your Soul Lover?
“Our souls speak a language that is beyond human understanding. A connection so rare the universe won’t let us part.” ― Nikki Rowe
By Kim Petersen6 years ago in Humans
Journaling
What is your favourite personality trait and why? I am creative, this is my favourite trait because I am always using my creativity to help get my feelings out. Creativity has no limits, and I am constantly surprising people with things I am doing. Like when I published my first book in the first lock down, or when I started my photography, when I bake and use to take it in to work. I used to have to bake one of my mangers her very own batch of shortbread because she loved it so much. I have been told multiple times by one of my colleagues that my talents were wasted where we work, she’s like that fun loving auntie who is also your best friend. Obviously, it gives you that extra bounce in your stride when people compliment things you do and seen as I’m not the prettiest person I use my creativity to get appraise.
By collette_236 years ago in Humans
Arguing
I have heard a lot of different people’s views about arguing. Some people say it’s toxic and I suppose too much arguing is toxic. But I’ve also heard that arguing means you love someone so much you’re willing to fight for them. I understand fighting for someone but arguing is not affectionate in my opinion. If you are arguing because your constantly jealous or insecure in your relationship then that just shows the lack of trust. In my experience if you feel like you can’t trust someone then you probably don’t love them, and they probably don’t show you enough love meaning they don’t care.
By collette_236 years ago in Humans
Lives Entangled
Lives Entangled Alex wakes up in a hospital bed, still tired but hurts from his treatments. A nurse walks in named Susan to check on him.
By Larry Visgar6 years ago in Humans
DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE REALLY IS?
“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.” ~ Rumi. LOVE IS MAGIC I mean, why do you think generations of philosophers, poets and writers alike have favored the heart-pulsing topic since way back when? It is because love is the most powerful emotion that we experience in our humanity.
By Kim Petersen6 years ago in Humans
Down the Stairs
There she was. Late to the diner. Just another reminder of what I signed up for. Gazing out the window with my coffee cup hitting my lips. Passerby holding hands offering a glimpse of what could be...if she just showed up. Timeliness was never her strength. Gazing at the apps wondering exactly what I signed up for.
By Erman Baradi6 years ago in Humans
Unwanted Heart Feels
You came in and turned my world upside down. You made me strip all my old layers and stand bare in front of you. There all my scars and the broken heart I carried were all made visible for you to see. How can you still love me after seeing something so traumatizing? How can you see anything beautiful in anything I am? How can you love me? That's the biggest mystery in it all, how can you love something that has been through it all? Loving me takes so much life out of you, how can you continue? I don't understand why you love me. Why do you love something that was once so dirty? I’ve made life choices that were surrounded by trauma and a cry for help. You came and you picked me up when I was broken down and was going to let myself rot away. You swept in and saved the day, but did you make a big mistake? How can you love something that causes you more pain, rainy days and headaches, then joy and clear skies? Why would you want to possibly spend the rest of your life loving me? I’m dirty and unwhole. how can you see anything beautiful in my soul? I don't understand how you can love with no conditions, but then again I’ve never been loved before. And here it is love knocking at my door and I want to let you in, but I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you again and that will cause you to come tumbling down and you don't deserve that, especially not now. But it seems as though my shortcomings are plastered on the wall and every once in a while we turn around and look at everything I’ve done. I have no choice but to stay in the place that broke me because every time I go to move forward and leave it all behind me, it's always something that takes me back. So I don't understand why or how. How can you love a girl who has given every piece of herself to the world? How can you love a girl who doesn’t know how to love herself? How can you love a girl who is trying to find her way and figure out what the hell a woman is? How can you truly love someone who did nothing but hurt you from the beginning? I don’t know how you love me and it’ll always remain a mystery. Where do you get such a love for a woman like me? Part of loving you means I have to love me, but what I don't get is how you can even start to wrap your arms around me. My skin was made of thorns and my tears of acid. Nothing good comes from anything I touch, so truly how do you love me so much? I want to love you, feel your warm touch, but I don't understand how you don’t see my scars or the damage I’ve caused. It’s as though you look past it all and see me clean and whole. I will never understand the true depths of your soul. How can one obtain a love like this? Is it long term or just a season to show me I can have a reason? That’s what scares me the most, I truly don’t know. I hope you’d never leave, but that’s the thing they always do. So I have put up this wall but I don’t want to, I want to love you just as you love me. I thought I was incapable of being loved, so this is all new to me, everything. The more you love me the more I start to pull away. I just want to know why you love me because it doesn’t seem quite possible. Even my parents turned their backs on me, so why you of all people choose a person like me to pour into? I wish I knew the answer, hopefully, I get it one day soon.
By Mother Amaru 6 years ago in Humans
Meeting My Inner Demon
I met my inner demon this morning. I was alone in my bed and dozing through a haze of thoughts, ideas and feeling that old familiar tug at my heart when the love of my life was included.
By Linda Paul6 years ago in Humans
Love Came Unexpectedly When We Found Our Intuition
2020. Our time frame is all about the pandemic. Economic misery. Ecological destruction. Conflict. Violence. 2050. Our grandchildren will be in their 30s. What will they see?
By Desiree Driesenaar6 years ago in Humans