My life is an eternal quest about knowing myself. There is a lot I learn about life from books, from my friends, music, philosophy, and I owe a thing or two to the men in my life. I have ample wit and I am not ashamed to show it off. p.s. I am so smart that sometimes I don't even understand myself.
Lately I’ve been asking myself—which is worse: saying I love you too little or too much? And then I realized that it doesn’t matter, because things like love and pain are never wasted. You learn from love lost. You learn beautiful things that will only ever make you stronger. And while it seems outright blasphemous to say so—love is not difficult. Only until to make it madness and mistake it for love. Love isn't about conquering territory - it just is simply love and it really is absolutely everywhere. Only look a little harder.
19 comments:
We can become our experiences, can't we? Nicely done.
memories are everything.
sorely but surely!
memories can never escape us and we can never escape them, can we AD? :)
so well put!!
Much said in few words. Nicely done.
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I loved this...and your image added so much to it! Wonderful.
Yeah, nicely! I suppose if you paint the town red...
I like the idea of memories painting our lives :)
Influences make us what we are...
You describe beautifully the significance of memories.
Sweet memories they must be.
I love the rhythm of the prose...short and fairy like!
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thank you so much for the appreciation always
the picture brings a wonderful quality of whimsy and wonder to the brush that paints your love.. really enjoyed your post
Under the shadows of memories, we always live.
Touching little piece, the fondness of memories stand out here. Made me smile.
They sure must be nice memories :)
Loved the picture...
thank you all - so very much!
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