November 14, 2012

• Enchanted to meet you

  

  Finally, I have found a place into which I fit perfectly, safely and securely with no doubts, no fears, no sadness, no tears. This place is filled with happiness and laughter, yet it is spacious enough to allow me the freedom to move around, to live my life and to be myself. This wonderful place, which I never believed really existed, I have found finally, in your arms, in your heart, in your love.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  There are two primary choices in life – to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance and write poems, and suffer and understand. For all of that is life.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The vow is simple, really. Those who take it promise to stay together for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to honor and to cherish, forsaking all others, until death do us part. Yes, the vow is simple. Finding someone worthy of such a promise is the hard part, but if we can, that’s when we begin to live happily ever after.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I secretly hope that you are happy.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  One day, you will be comfortable with your body. Even though people will still try to criticize it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I’m not good at future planning. I don’t plan at all. I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow. I don’t have a day planner and I don’t have a diary. I completely live in the now, not in the past, not in the future.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I know it’s bizarre that I don’t gush on and on about someone who means so much to me. But that’s exactly why I won’t. When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Mistakes happen, that’s life, repeat the same mistakes; that’s stupidity.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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