To Love or Not To Love??

What's Love??

Someone asked the question and everyone has a definition of it. I'll give you mine:

"Love is a gift of self. A voluntary surrender of the heart to another seeking only their happiness."

One of my friends once asked me if love can be controlled, I don't think so. Once you love you have no control of it, there are no conditions and unfortunately make us vulnerable. We are so open to the other that in many cases you can even get hurt. But if you are loved in return it is the most wonderful feeling, it's an exchange of emotions that let us experience Heaven on Earth.

Love begins as a feeling but it's ultimately a decision, it is the only way to make it last a lifetime. Without that decision it won't survive the ups and down of life and the many situations we face in our relationships.

Love is sacrifice for the sake of the other. It is not about me, it's about seeking the other's happiness and we are happy in return. I believe that's why so many relationships fail these days, we are too self centered sometimes. When we take our eyes from us and unto others it is when we are rewarded.

All this talk may seem unreal the first time you read it, way before you have fallen in love for the first time. It even sounds ridiculous but then ‘that’ moment comes and there it is, "love is patient, love is kind, hope all things, believes all things, bear all things..."etc etc (even I read it all, way before my time came....)

"There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.”

Last night I was surfing the net and I found this quote. I know many couples in which are in the exact situation and I wonder, is this, the situation for the big majority?

I once read a fabulous entry in a blog, and it talked about something very similar. It was about men and how they are afraid to put themselves on the line in love. Many settle for the best person available that will make possible at least most of their dreams instead of fighting for the one they love. I don't believe this is something exclusive to men, women do it as well.

Trusting someone with our heart is a dangerous thing if the person is not at the level of commitment that we are. The first time we give it all and when our heart is returned to us, shattered we have that much less to offer to the next person. It is also a little bit harder.

So tell me what you think…. Is it possible for two people to be madly in love for each other and be together just like we always read…..or to love and let go is the new face of love today?

WORTH GIVING A TRY....

Hi frens.. i read this piece somewhere and found it quite amusing and interesting.. to tell u the truth am actually itching to try it out myself..(well those who know me, well enof, will agree wholeheartedly that my devilish mind is quite capable of it ;) )meanwhile..hope u also enjoy it as much i did...

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I’d forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying "Hello."

I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't’t believe that anyone could be so rude.

I tracked down Robin’s correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the ’wrong’ number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You’re such a jerk!" and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word ’jerk’ next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell, "You’re a jerk !" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic ’jerk’ calling would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.

I quickly called him back and said, "That’s because you’re a jerk!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I’d been waiting for that spot.

The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first jerk ( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I’d better call the BMW jerk, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s parked right out in front."

"What’s your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When’s a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I’m home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you’re a jerk." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two jerks to call

Then I came up with an idea.

I called jerk #1.

"Hello."

"You’re a jerk!" (But I didn’t hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"jerk, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I’m really scared, jerk."

Then I called jerk #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, jerk," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You’ll what?" I said.

"I’ll kick your butt," he exclaimed

I answered, "Well, jerk, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.

There I saw two jerks beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter and a news crew.

NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works!!! [:D]

Why sometimes....

Y U feel empty inside? Y U feel that there is so much pain but no tears left? Y in spite of your family n friends U feel alone? Y ur own room seems like a cage? Y U can bring a smile on others face but your heart is crying somewhere inside?

Why?

We know that more than half of population on earth are more in problems than us. Some of them don't even know what happiness is actually. They are happy just because they have got meal 2 times a day, got old clothes to wear, have taken bath after a month or more, eaten sweets, got broken toys to play with. That’s their happiness, their kind of joy.

Then we are much fulfilled than them. Then Y we ask Why?...... Answer is not that simple.

I once read somewhere-

"The darknesses of our daily lives can sometimes be our main source of inner-light"

The above written line really works but sometimes it becomes so dark around that we can't see our inner glow, our soul light. Once a close friend of mine told me -People take advantage of U because they know your weakness. Therefore we should never be weak. But come on after all we are all humans.

N still the question persists.. Why Somebody care for U N don't want U to get hurt but still hurts U? In spite of knowing U from years or knowing u as well as one person possibly can other but can't understand your feelings? Can't see the pain in your eyes, in your heart? Y they think that you are angry when you are silent? Y they can't listen to your silence? Y they don’t get it that there’s not always anger but maybe sadness? Y they don't just hug U from behind n say nothing?

I guess that's life! It seems Life is just like a drama stage.. we are all on it with different characters n as a character... so I guess all in all Life is a show N whatever happens The show must go on....

Just want to say Thank you to all those close to me for being there for me ALWAYS... :-)

Priceless...

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But somehow, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reasons, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person our better half….

Lovers of the English language might enjoy this...

How do non-natives ever learn all the nuances of English???

There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that word is "UP."

It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP?

At a meeting, why does a topic come UP?

Why do we speak UP,and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report?

We call UP our friends and we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver, we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen.

We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car.

At other times the little word has a real special meaning.

People stir up trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses.

To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special.

And this "up" is confusing:

A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP.

We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.

We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP!

To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary.

In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4 of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions

If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used.

It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more.

When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP.

When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP.

When it rains, it wets UP the earth.When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP.

One could go on & on, but I'll wrap it UP, for now my time is UP, so time to shut UP...

Oh... one more thing!

What is the first thing you do in the morning & the last thing you do at night?

U P

Impossible?

I really hate the word impossible, it creates a roadblock, a let down, a resigning to something you dreamed of and that might never be. I don't even think about it, I dream and then go for it. I believe that if we dream something it is because it is meant to be, we just need to find ways to make it a reality. Sometimes we need to give something up in order to gain others, but one question I always have in my mind is - what if I don't even try? what if I don't fulfill my dreams and then its all over? how would I feel at the end? Of course there are many actions and decisions that affect so many other people that you are just tied up many times, but overall I try to be true to myself and what I feel I must do.

Dreams are a window to what could be possible but it is not. It's a yearning to dig out what is deep inside of us, it is like giving birth to your true self. When you dream everything is possible and everything works out --not so in reality-- but in an ideal situation we can make things work according to our present reality. I strongly believe that merging the two is the ideal situation for most of us because otherwise we live a very boring and unhappy existence.

What do you think dreams are? Should we take them literally or just as a sign that something is missing? Should we try to make them a reality at whatever price or move on and linger on the thoughts forever?