No one will tell you about the limit They put on how long you can grieve No one will warn you when you’re winning How heavy a lost love can be They do not tell you about the friendships You’ll lose once the lights are dimmed down How humble you’ll feel about your past bliss Once the tables are turned around. — Growing Pains
Athena says: “My darlings, fear not the fire of change. Let it burn away the old to bring growth. It hurts, but it is necessary for new life.” Aphrodite says: “Dear ones, dance when you realize your self worth is in your own hands and rooted in your feet.” Hecate says: “Witches, do not fear the unknown. For today was the future only a moment ago.” Artemis says: “Hunt for who you are, in the deepest parts of your ribs. This is holy.” Hera says: “Children, make mistakes and come to terms with them. Learning comes with sacrifice.” Persephone says: “choice is a fickle thing and many will attempt to rewrite your story. Be who you are, choose yourself. Change only when the growth is good for you.” Hestia says: “Babies, may you light your hearth where your chosen family lies, and do not believe the falsehood that you are trapped by blood.” LIFE ADVICE FROM THE GODDESSES
You are born, go to school, and attend university in search of a husband. You get married – even if he is the worst man in the world – just so that others can’t say no one wants you. You have children, grow old, and spend the end of your days watching passersby from a chair on the sidewalk, pretending to know everything about life yet unable to silence the voice in your heart that says: “You could try something else”.
everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.
What’s my religion? Drive fast and hope we don’t die. Love like fire and b.itch when we get burned. Sleep wherever we can as a result of not wanting to sleep at all. Cry. Often. Drink to make everyone else more interesting. Always smoke before dinner and sometimes afterward; reverse that for s.ex. There are no one-night stands; we just love each other for a few hours at a time. Try not to appear resentful, aim for reminiscent. Hope tomorrow is a better day...
“ Do not love half lovers Do not entertain half friends Do not indulge in works of the half talented Do not live half a life and do not die a half death If you choose silence, then be silent When you speak, do so until you are finished Do not silence yourself to say something And do not speak to be silent If you accept, then express it bluntly Do not mask it If you refuse then be clear about it for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance Do not accept half a solution Do not believe half truths Do not dream half a dream Do not fantasize about half hopes Half a drink will not quench your thirst Half a meal will not satiate your hunger Half the way will get you no where Half an idea will bear you no results Your other half is not the one you love It is you in another time yet in the same space It is you when you are not Half a life is a life you didn’t live, A word you have not said A smile you postponed A love you have not had A friendship you did not know To reach and not arrive Work and not work Attend only to be absent What makes you a stranger to them closest to you and they strangers to you The half is a mere moment of inability but you are able for you are not half a being You are a whole that exists to live a life not half a life. —KHALIL GIBRAN
"I finally understood what true love meant. Love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever, and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away." — Nicholas Sparks, author of The Notebook