love and sacrifice
A sparrow was in love with a white rose...
one fine day, this bird proposed to the white rose...
the white rose told the sparrow that when she turns red, that is the time she will love him...
the sparrow then, tears his body and slowly spreads his blood on the white rose and turned it red
the white rose fell in love with the sparrow...but the sparrow was no longer alive...this is love...
it is more on sacrificing ... and never letting go...
----------very nice story.....
when all you have is hope...what else is there?
when all the things that life has put on you...you ask yourself...why am I still here? To the extent of giving people what they want... you forget yourself that you have limitations...these limitations define who we are in terms of how much we can be part of the greater scheme of things
Im shy...
People sometimes see the superficial me....the me where smiles are common and jokes make the day of people. The me where hurt and discontentment over rule any of my joyous shallow self.
when you try and think about it, there are a lot of things that people don't know. I hope to hide myself to preserve something that I don't want to show. It generally is the idea of selfishness and the ability of openess to share.
I can say that I can be open to people but at times, it seems so hard for me to connect. I may be just one average joe being able to pass by without people noticing me. I am a figment of the transparent populace that make up the general public. usually marching like mindless drones.
If I ask myself, who am I? the question that goes addressed are 1.) what do people see me? 2.)To define me? 3.) To generalize me?
I may not be a lot of things but it clearly seems to be that part and parcel of my existence is presence. I wish I had presence...the presence that other people have!!!!
I may not be the perfect entity whom all should bow down...nor I am the clear worshiper of idols...I am mediocrity at its finest...
finding the right one...
where is the heart?
Is it just the pupmping sensation when you meet someone you would want to be with? The truth is, we always end up saying...we're not meant to be. There are what we call people holding on and the people who would give up.
Where is the heart in both persona? Others say that when you hold on to a person, it is loving them the best because you never gave up. But looking at the other side, people say that desperation becomes now the main concern and not anymore loving the person. Where is now the heart there? For other people, giving up seems to be the best expression of love because you allow the person to be free. Careful examination will tell us that if we gave up on the person...it is like giving up on love...where is now the heart there?
We try and try to engage in relationships...as a means of trial and error...but it should not be the case... trying to find out who is the right one for us...we never do realize that there is no need for another person to tell us where our heart is.
We just need to ask...where is my heart?
