Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Truth

“Happiness is a journey, not a destination. For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one.”

– Souza

Friday, July 17, 2015

Should, shouldn't I?

"I will come back to you and tell you everything... That I can't live without you. That Im longing for your touch. That Im thingking of you every day. That I really want to be with you. That I wont give up until you didnt know about all of this. That I want to try. That I want to say yes. That Im afraid to loose you. That until now you're still here. That attached me from every things that we've done. That those things makes me feel guilty. That that time I should not let you enter. That now I could easily let you go. That's hurting me so much. That I cant understand why do I have to feel this way. That you probably sleeping right now and Im still thinking of you. That even a single words can't say how much you mean to me. That I miss your voice, your laugh, your tender kiss. That sometimes I realize what if I go and let this things happen. That I don't have to feel sorry for us. That I should have let you do what you want and I just have to accept what is true. That for us there is no love. That its like nobody's bones will be break by anybodys' sticks and stones. That it is all for the sake of oneself not for two. That me for you, and you for you. That I know that I can't love you. That's the truth."

-Letters from Octavious.

About God

If knowing answers to life's questions is absolutely necessary to you, then forget the journey. You will never make it, for this is a journey of unknowables, of unanswered questions, enigmas, incomprehensibles, and most of all, things unfair.

-Jeanne Guyon

I will have nothing to do with a God who cares only occasionally. I need a God who is with us always, everywhere, in the deepest depths as well as the highest heights. It is when things go wrong, when good things do not happen, when our prayers seem to have been lost, that God is most present. We do not need the sheltering wings when things go smoothly. We are closest to God in the darkness, stumbling along blindly.

-Madeleine L'Engle

God always answers in the deeps, never in the shallows of our soul.

–Anonymous

Saturday, July 11, 2015

2 Months Love

I just realized that it's you who NEEDS me. So why I keep on seeking for you, your attension and your LOVE? Why the hell it all happen? That I'm very deffendent on what I feel for you, in a sense that I can't even close my eyes at night because I'm waiting to see what will happen during midnight till dawn and when I close it I imagining things that we used to do during those time. I can't understand why I feel so very insufficient for the two of us that's why you're doing this to me. Yeah I admit I expect to much to the extent that I give it all to you... Everything that I can give or should I say everything that you need. I am Partially incomplete because I don't have you here but I accepted it already, that you really don't care about us, about this whole thing about us, that I let myself to become stupid on believing on your last words that we can work it out, out of the boundaries we have and distance we had. Chance is the thing that we need and I think you know it from the first place but you let me take over as if I do know you and you knew that I will fall inlove with you and that's it! It happened. Like I sticks with our set-up without getting any conditions from you and you just let me be like this without asking if its really fine to me. I know. I know that I do have a lot of chance to open up with you when I found out what I really feel for you and its kinda wierd that I can't even try to speak out.

- Letters from Octavio