Facing Downe But Looking Up

Queer. Asian. Educated. Early 20's.

Things are hard but I’m an optimist at heart. I’m facing downe but looking up.

All Day Every Day.
Brushes I would like to point out that I am the worst when it comes to relationships; well, at least the ideal type.  No, not because of unfaithfulness, disloyalty, mistrust, or what-have-you; but, simply because…  I don’t understand them. Well, actually, on the contrary, it may possibly be that I absolutely, 100%, completely understand them. Relationships?  Literally speaking it’s dependency; as in, anything that one variable (u) does adversely effects the outcome of another variable (i).  They’re like toothbrushes and toothpaste.  Each individual item is pretty useless without the other; they have this sense of dependency — HENCE, a relationship. Of course, that’s just literally speaking. I tried formulating how a human relationship differs from the literal sense; but honestly, I couldn’t.  The world would not choose the terms “in a relationship” if they didn’t intend the sense of necessity and dependency.  There is no such thing as an independent relationship — I mean, when it comes down to it, that really doesn’t make complete sense. Some will argue and fight against that; but I find it true in all cases.  In some shape, way, or form there must be an extent to which one person has an effect on the other. Being completely independent is impossible if or when you are in a relationship. With that being said; maybe it’s not that I don’t understand relationships — maybe it’s as to why? I am a strong individual; I keep my own and handle myself well.  I don’t depend on anybody when it comes to being happy or living simply because I’m an expert at knowing what I want and what I need; and I know that there are others out there exactly the same as me… … yet they do it — they get into relationships. So why? Why slow down for somebody else?  Why make yourself vulnerable?  You don’t need to be since I find that you’re able.  Why would you give somebody else that power over you?  They now officially have a choice to change your decisions or original train of thoughts. Since I can’t answer why; obviously that would make me possibly the world’s worst potential boyfriend — then again, I’m not looking. Who really knows? … excuse me while I go brush my teeth; I need to find my toothpaste. [img via]Brushes I would like to point out that I am the worst when it comes to relationships; well, at least the ideal type.  No, not because of unfaithfulness, disloyalty, mistrust, or what-have-you; but, simply because…  I don’t understand them. Well, actually, on the contrary, it may possibly be that I absolutely, 100%, completely understand them. Relationships?  Literally speaking it’s dependency; as in, anything that one variable (u) does adversely effects the outcome of another variable (i).  They’re like toothbrushes and toothpaste.  Each individual item is pretty useless without the other; they have this sense of dependency — HENCE, a relationship. Of course, that’s just literally speaking. I tried formulating how a human relationship differs from the literal sense; but honestly, I couldn’t.  The world would not choose the terms “in a relationship” if they didn’t intend the sense of necessity and dependency.  There is no such thing as an independent relationship — I mean, when it comes down to it, that really doesn’t make complete sense. Some will argue and fight against that; but I find it true in all cases.  In some shape, way, or form there must be an extent to which one person has an effect on the other. Being completely independent is impossible if or when you are in a relationship. With that being said; maybe it’s not that I don’t understand relationships — maybe it’s as to why? I am a strong individual; I keep my own and handle myself well.  I don’t depend on anybody when it comes to being happy or living simply because I’m an expert at knowing what I want and what I need; and I know that there are others out there exactly the same as me… … yet they do it — they get into relationships. So why? Why slow down for somebody else?  Why make yourself vulnerable?  You don’t need to be since I find that you’re able.  Why would you give somebody else that power over you?  They now officially have a choice to change your decisions or original train of thoughts. Since I can’t answer why; obviously that would make me possibly the world’s worst potential boyfriend — then again, I’m not looking. Who really knows? … excuse me while I go brush my teeth; I need to find my toothpaste. [img via]

Brushes

I would like to point out that I am the worst when it comes to relationships; well, at least the ideal type.  No, not because of unfaithfulness, disloyalty, mistrust, or what-have-you; but, simply because…  I don’t understand them.

Well, actually, on the contrary, it may possibly be that I absolutely, 100%, completely understand them.

Relationships?  Literally speaking it’s dependency; as in, anything that one variable (u) does adversely effects the outcome of another variable (i).  They’re like toothbrushes and toothpaste.  Each individual item is pretty useless without the other; they have this sense of dependency — HENCE, a relationship.

Of course, that’s just literally speaking.

I tried formulating how a human relationship differs from the literal sense; but honestly, I couldn’t.  The world would not choose the terms “in a relationship” if they didn’t intend the sense of necessity and dependency.  There is no such thing as an independent relationship — I mean, when it comes down to it, that really doesn’t make complete sense.

Some will argue and fight against that; but I find it true in all cases.  In some shape, way, or form there must be an extent to which one person has an effect on the other.

Being completely independent is impossible if or when you are in a relationship.

With that being said; maybe it’s not that I don’t understand relationships — maybe it’s as to why?

I am a strong individual; I keep my own and handle myself well.  I don’t depend on anybody when it comes to being happy or living simply because I’m an expert at knowing what I want and what I need; and I know that there are others out there exactly the same as me…

… yet they do it — they get into relationships.

So why?

Why slow down for somebody else?  Why make yourself vulnerable?  You don’t need to be since I find that you’re able.  Why would you give somebody else that power over you?  They now officially have a choice to change your decisions or original train of thoughts.

Since I can’t answer why; obviously that would make me possibly the world’s worst potential boyfriend — then again, I’m not looking.

Who really knows?

… excuse me while I go brush my teeth; I need to find my toothpaste.

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Dangerous//Beautiful You are dangerous and beautiful; dangerously beautiful and beautifully dangerous.  You play with words and fight with stares; you steal looks as you step in the room and reach into souls through your deep brown eyes.  One touch from your skin eludes miles of fascination, imagination, and unrealistic realizations yet to you, it was simply a touch.  Ironically enough, I’m jealous of your power; though I’d never want it, never seek it, and never feel it. You see, you’re dangerously beautiful; something that at first may seem attractive but after a quick thought or two may actually be quite contrary.  Yes, you are beautiful and most definitely pleasing to the eye; attention is given to you without a moments notice.  You can bet that whispers from all around are most likely about you; however you’re a shark and there’s only a sad fate if we ever were to meet.  Everyone seems to notice you around but will never have the courage to come speak to you; you may not realize it but the very fact that you’re around is very degrading.  You stand tall and proud; I must be doing something wrong because as I walk by you I feel lesser of a being than you.  You’re just too dangerously beautiful. You’re beautifully dangerous; I’ve heard about you and you’re cutting edge personality.  Every breathe, every sentence, every period, and every small literary mark that leaves your lips wraps the image of you around our minds and around our hearts.  You’re sweet, nice, and would never hurt a fly unless you’re defending a stranger or more importantly your loved ones.  You wish to hurt no one; yet every “I’m just being nice” act that you do makes boys trip, fall, and flip head over heels for you.  Your rejections are on point and you always seem right by making yourself seem wrong; however, ironically enough I still feel like I’m the wrong one.  You promise friendship; but you’re too beautifully dangerous. If looks could kill then you’d have millions of victims buried with your words; death that seems like their own faults.  A killer smile and an awesome personality; boys are falling off cliffs hoping you’d catch them.  Sadly enough, you save every one of them because you don’t want them to get hurt. Dangerous and beautiful; just let us hit the bottom. So if you’re still wondering why you’re single I hope you consider my theory; because I never understood your loneliness as well.  I’ve heard it from everyone: “How are you still single?” Well, my friend, every rose has it’s thorns; and, unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else will be picking you any time soon. [img via]Dangerous//Beautiful You are dangerous and beautiful; dangerously beautiful and beautifully dangerous.  You play with words and fight with stares; you steal looks as you step in the room and reach into souls through your deep brown eyes.  One touch from your skin eludes miles of fascination, imagination, and unrealistic realizations yet to you, it was simply a touch.  Ironically enough, I’m jealous of your power; though I’d never want it, never seek it, and never feel it. You see, you’re dangerously beautiful; something that at first may seem attractive but after a quick thought or two may actually be quite contrary.  Yes, you are beautiful and most definitely pleasing to the eye; attention is given to you without a moments notice.  You can bet that whispers from all around are most likely about you; however you’re a shark and there’s only a sad fate if we ever were to meet.  Everyone seems to notice you around but will never have the courage to come speak to you; you may not realize it but the very fact that you’re around is very degrading.  You stand tall and proud; I must be doing something wrong because as I walk by you I feel lesser of a being than you.  You’re just too dangerously beautiful. You’re beautifully dangerous; I’ve heard about you and you’re cutting edge personality.  Every breathe, every sentence, every period, and every small literary mark that leaves your lips wraps the image of you around our minds and around our hearts.  You’re sweet, nice, and would never hurt a fly unless you’re defending a stranger or more importantly your loved ones.  You wish to hurt no one; yet every “I’m just being nice” act that you do makes boys trip, fall, and flip head over heels for you.  Your rejections are on point and you always seem right by making yourself seem wrong; however, ironically enough I still feel like I’m the wrong one.  You promise friendship; but you’re too beautifully dangerous. If looks could kill then you’d have millions of victims buried with your words; death that seems like their own faults.  A killer smile and an awesome personality; boys are falling off cliffs hoping you’d catch them.  Sadly enough, you save every one of them because you don’t want them to get hurt. Dangerous and beautiful; just let us hit the bottom. So if you’re still wondering why you’re single I hope you consider my theory; because I never understood your loneliness as well.  I’ve heard it from everyone: “How are you still single?” Well, my friend, every rose has it’s thorns; and, unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else will be picking you any time soon. [img via]

Dangerous//Beautiful

You are dangerous and beautiful; dangerously beautiful and beautifully dangerous.  You play with words and fight with stares; you steal looks as you step in the room and reach into souls through your deep brown eyes.  One touch from your skin eludes miles of fascination, imagination, and unrealistic realizations yet to you, it was simply a touch.  Ironically enough, I’m jealous of your power; though I’d never want it, never seek it, and never feel it.

You see, you’re dangerously beautiful; something that at first may seem attractive but after a quick thought or two may actually be quite contrary.  Yes, you are beautiful and most definitely pleasing to the eye; attention is given to you without a moments notice.  You can bet that whispers from all around are most likely about you; however you’re a shark and there’s only a sad fate if we ever were to meet.  Everyone seems to notice you around but will never have the courage to come speak to you; you may not realize it but the very fact that you’re around is very degrading.  You stand tall and proud; I must be doing something wrong because as I walk by you I feel lesser of a being than you.  You’re just too dangerously beautiful.

You’re beautifully dangerous; I’ve heard about you and you’re cutting edge personality.  Every breathe, every sentence, every period, and every small literary mark that leaves your lips wraps the image of you around our minds and around our hearts.  You’re sweet, nice, and would never hurt a fly unless you’re defending a stranger or more importantly your loved ones.  You wish to hurt no one; yet every “I’m just being nice” act that you do makes boys trip, fall, and flip head over heels for you.  Your rejections are on point and you always seem right by making yourself seem wrong; however, ironically enough I still feel like I’m the wrong one.  You promise friendship; but you’re too beautifully dangerous.

If looks could kill then you’d have millions of victims buried with your words; death that seems like their own faults.  A killer smile and an awesome personality; boys are falling off cliffs hoping you’d catch them.  Sadly enough, you save every one of them because you don’t want them to get hurt.

Dangerous and beautiful; just let us hit the bottom.

So if you’re still wondering why you’re single I hope you consider my theory; because I never understood your loneliness as well.  I’ve heard it from everyone:

“How are you still single?”

Well, my friend, every rose has it’s thorns; and, unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else will be picking you any time soon.

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Hard “Nobody can tell you or prepare you for how hard it is.” “What?” “… Life.” You hear problems all the time from everybody; some may seem bigger than others and completely incapable of handling.  Family getting sick, losing money, not having a job, missing home, not being able to afford school, loneliness and heartache…  and the grand majority of times most of us are thinking to ourselves, “I wish there was something that had told me that it was going to be this difficult.” Ironically, even though we say and wish this, we do realize that this is just wishful thinking; I mean, we understand that there is nothing that can prepare us for what happens regardless of the hardships.  Advice is advice, it provides an outcome from a similar experience; and as much as it may seem they know what they’re talking about, similarity means close to but not the same.  Just because you flipped a coin and it landed heads, doesn’t mean that when I flip a coin it will do the same; for me it may land tails. I’m not saying my life is any better than the average Joe; nor am I saying that it’s worse.  We all have problems; some we share but the effect on our individual lives is different from each person. Perseverance and hope; that’s enough to get through anything. “I don’t know how I’m going to do it; but I have to.  I have to do it; for me.” Things may not turn out exactly how you want it to be; and to be truthfully honest, they never really do.  I think what we all need to do is just be happy with what we have rather than what we expect. I can put in so much time, effort, passion, and money into getting the ingredients and using the recipe to create the absolute best cake you’ve ever seen; but then after it comes out of the oven it looks nothing like the picture and hardly tastes perfect. … but you know what?  Who needs fine dining when we have ice cream in the freezer?  I’m fine with ice cream from the freezer; aren’t you?  Yeah, I’m perfectly happy with that.Hard “Nobody can tell you or prepare you for how hard it is.” “What?” “… Life.” You hear problems all the time from everybody; some may seem bigger than others and completely incapable of handling.  Family getting sick, losing money, not having a job, missing home, not being able to afford school, loneliness and heartache…  and the grand majority of times most of us are thinking to ourselves, “I wish there was something that had told me that it was going to be this difficult.” Ironically, even though we say and wish this, we do realize that this is just wishful thinking; I mean, we understand that there is nothing that can prepare us for what happens regardless of the hardships.  Advice is advice, it provides an outcome from a similar experience; and as much as it may seem they know what they’re talking about, similarity means close to but not the same.  Just because you flipped a coin and it landed heads, doesn’t mean that when I flip a coin it will do the same; for me it may land tails. I’m not saying my life is any better than the average Joe; nor am I saying that it’s worse.  We all have problems; some we share but the effect on our individual lives is different from each person. Perseverance and hope; that’s enough to get through anything. “I don’t know how I’m going to do it; but I have to.  I have to do it; for me.” Things may not turn out exactly how you want it to be; and to be truthfully honest, they never really do.  I think what we all need to do is just be happy with what we have rather than what we expect. I can put in so much time, effort, passion, and money into getting the ingredients and using the recipe to create the absolute best cake you’ve ever seen; but then after it comes out of the oven it looks nothing like the picture and hardly tastes perfect. … but you know what?  Who needs fine dining when we have ice cream in the freezer?  I’m fine with ice cream from the freezer; aren’t you?  Yeah, I’m perfectly happy with that.

Hard

  • “Nobody can tell you or prepare you for how hard it is.”
  • “What?”
  • “… Life.”

You hear problems all the time from everybody; some may seem bigger than others and completely incapable of handling.  Family getting sick, losing money, not having a job, missing home, not being able to afford school, loneliness and heartache…  and the grand majority of times most of us are thinking to ourselves, “I wish there was something that had told me that it was going to be this difficult.”

Ironically, even though we say and wish this, we do realize that this is just wishful thinking; I mean, we understand that there is nothing that can prepare us for what happens regardless of the hardships.  Advice is advice, it provides an outcome from a similar experience; and as much as it may seem they know what they’re talking about, similarity means close to but not the same.  Just because you flipped a coin and it landed heads, doesn’t mean that when I flip a coin it will do the same; for me it may land tails.

I’m not saying my life is any better than the average Joe; nor am I saying that it’s worse.  We all have problems; some we share but the effect on our individual lives is different from each person.

Perseverance and hope; that’s enough to get through anything.

  • “I don’t know how I’m going to do it; but I have to.  I have to do it; for me.”

Things may not turn out exactly how you want it to be; and to be truthfully honest, they never really do.  I think what we all need to do is just be happy with what we have rather than what we expect.

I can put in so much time, effort, passion, and money into getting the ingredients and using the recipe to create the absolute best cake you’ve ever seen; but then after it comes out of the oven it looks nothing like the picture and hardly tastes perfect.

… but you know what?  Who needs fine dining when we have ice cream in the freezer?  I’m fine with ice cream from the freezer; aren’t you?  Yeah, I’m perfectly happy with that.

The Perfect Run Today I had the perfect run; it’s not often the weather provides optimal conditions to suit your body.  Let me describe this feeling to you: Why do I run? I love it; I run five times a week with an average of 8 miles a day (Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays are 7 mile days and Tuesday and Thursday are 10 mile days).  Some see running as an exhaustion to your body and the worst physical pain you can ever experience; I see it otherwise.  Many see running as a resort to lose weight or get back into shape; granted, I see this too, however, there is so much more to running than this mindset.  You have to appreciate it. I yearn for the perfect run as I have experienced today; happens every once in awhile.  It has rained the past couple of days; however, at today’s sunset the cool breeze was still amidst the air, yet it wasn’t chilling cold and it wasn’t forcefully strong.  The sun was not too bright yet lit the pavement as I chased and left the road behind me with every step I took.  The air was fresh since the rain had just finished and oxygen circulated my lungs easily and without hesitation. So the weather was perfect; but there’s more to it than just that.  When I run, the breeze pushes tears out of my eyes to the side of my face as it dries before it leaves my skin.  The muscles on my legs and calves tighten and loosen as they push against the earth launching me into speed.  When I pass the “breaking point” my body is engulfed in this state where I lose all physical pain; time stands still and I am simply moving.  My heart rate reaches a constant beat where it’s not too strained yet not too relaxed and I can keep a steady pace for miles on end. Physicality is one aspect; mentality is another.  I set my iPod on shuffle and images from the past, present, and future stir from my mind through my eyes; imagining the impossible yet the possible outcomes of decisions should I follow through.  I escape reality and dive into unreal plays and scenes where I’m the star of the show or simply a viewer. The limit approaches and the argument ensues.  I see myself in this one to one fight where I say give up and keep going; ditch the old self and leave him behind.  One is saying, “It’s okay if you’re tired; rest” while the other is yelling, “No, don’t give in.”  It’s a real challenge to myself and test of my will. I keep going and running until my body is forced to stop and I must jump back into the real world.  Pain returns, fatigue takes over, the music stops, and time starts once more. A mistake often made is that people see the finish line as the end; I beg to differ.  A finish line is simply a mark on the road; it’s a milestone letting you know you’ve reached a certain distance.  In reality, when you past that mark, it’s not a dead end; the race may be over and the marathon may be done, but the road continues. This is why I run; there’s simply an ecstasy to it that I’ve come to love.The Perfect Run Today I had the perfect run; it’s not often the weather provides optimal conditions to suit your body.  Let me describe this feeling to you: Why do I run? I love it; I run five times a week with an average of 8 miles a day (Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays are 7 mile days and Tuesday and Thursday are 10 mile days).  Some see running as an exhaustion to your body and the worst physical pain you can ever experience; I see it otherwise.  Many see running as a resort to lose weight or get back into shape; granted, I see this too, however, there is so much more to running than this mindset.  You have to appreciate it. I yearn for the perfect run as I have experienced today; happens every once in awhile.  It has rained the past couple of days; however, at today’s sunset the cool breeze was still amidst the air, yet it wasn’t chilling cold and it wasn’t forcefully strong.  The sun was not too bright yet lit the pavement as I chased and left the road behind me with every step I took.  The air was fresh since the rain had just finished and oxygen circulated my lungs easily and without hesitation. So the weather was perfect; but there’s more to it than just that.  When I run, the breeze pushes tears out of my eyes to the side of my face as it dries before it leaves my skin.  The muscles on my legs and calves tighten and loosen as they push against the earth launching me into speed.  When I pass the “breaking point” my body is engulfed in this state where I lose all physical pain; time stands still and I am simply moving.  My heart rate reaches a constant beat where it’s not too strained yet not too relaxed and I can keep a steady pace for miles on end. Physicality is one aspect; mentality is another.  I set my iPod on shuffle and images from the past, present, and future stir from my mind through my eyes; imagining the impossible yet the possible outcomes of decisions should I follow through.  I escape reality and dive into unreal plays and scenes where I’m the star of the show or simply a viewer. The limit approaches and the argument ensues.  I see myself in this one to one fight where I say give up and keep going; ditch the old self and leave him behind.  One is saying, “It’s okay if you’re tired; rest” while the other is yelling, “No, don’t give in.”  It’s a real challenge to myself and test of my will. I keep going and running until my body is forced to stop and I must jump back into the real world.  Pain returns, fatigue takes over, the music stops, and time starts once more. A mistake often made is that people see the finish line as the end; I beg to differ.  A finish line is simply a mark on the road; it’s a milestone letting you know you’ve reached a certain distance.  In reality, when you past that mark, it’s not a dead end; the race may be over and the marathon may be done, but the road continues. This is why I run; there’s simply an ecstasy to it that I’ve come to love.

The Perfect Run

Today I had the perfect run; it’s not often the weather provides optimal conditions to suit your body.  Let me describe this feeling to you:

Why do I run?

I love it; I run five times a week with an average of 8 miles a day (Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays are 7 mile days and Tuesday and Thursday are 10 mile days).  Some see running as an exhaustion to your body and the worst physical pain you can ever experience; I see it otherwise.  Many see running as a resort to lose weight or get back into shape; granted, I see this too, however, there is so much more to running than this mindset.  You have to appreciate it.

I yearn for the perfect run as I have experienced today; happens every once in awhile.  It has rained the past couple of days; however, at today’s sunset the cool breeze was still amidst the air, yet it wasn’t chilling cold and it wasn’t forcefully strong.  The sun was not too bright yet lit the pavement as I chased and left the road behind me with every step I took.  The air was fresh since the rain had just finished and oxygen circulated my lungs easily and without hesitation.

So the weather was perfect; but there’s more to it than just that.  When I run, the breeze pushes tears out of my eyes to the side of my face as it dries before it leaves my skin.  The muscles on my legs and calves tighten and loosen as they push against the earth launching me into speed.  When I pass the “breaking point” my body is engulfed in this state where I lose all physical pain; time stands still and I am simply moving.  My heart rate reaches a constant beat where it’s not too strained yet not too relaxed and I can keep a steady pace for miles on end.

Physicality is one aspect; mentality is another.  I set my iPod on shuffle and images from the past, present, and future stir from my mind through my eyes; imagining the impossible yet the possible outcomes of decisions should I follow through.  I escape reality and dive into unreal plays and scenes where I’m the star of the show or simply a viewer.

The limit approaches and the argument ensues.  I see myself in this one to one fight where I say give up and keep going; ditch the old self and leave him behind.  One is saying, “It’s okay if you’re tired; rest” while the other is yelling, “No, don’t give in.”  It’s a real challenge to myself and test of my will.

I keep going and running until my body is forced to stop and I must jump back into the real world.  Pain returns, fatigue takes over, the music stops, and time starts once more.

A mistake often made is that people see the finish line as the end; I beg to differ.  A finish line is simply a mark on the road; it’s a milestone letting you know you’ve reached a certain distance.  In reality, when you past that mark, it’s not a dead end; the race may be over and the marathon may be done, but the road continues.

This is why I run; there’s simply an ecstasy to it that I’ve come to love.

The Plan I’ve had a game plan written down in my journal since my last boyfriend; not necessarily an agenda of getting over him (because actually in the last case, I broke it off with him) but more on the lines of getting my life straight.  Here is the check off list (after the falling out): Let him go through the motions: Cry about me Get angry with me Let him rebound with random boys Realize the incompatibility and our mistakes Ask for my forgiveness (“There’s nothing to be sorry for) Understand I’m not coming back Repeat the steps one more time Cut off communication and live separate, happy lives Graduate Get a promotion or a better job Build me Get the ideal body Casually date Filter out friends** Fix relationship with family Run marathons Go on a life changing trip Enjoy being young and single Move out and relocate Go back to school Get a dog Settle down? As of yet, I am currently on step number four of getting my life straight; everything else you can cross off the list of things to do (you can pencil in there somewhere “get a boyfriend” but I figure that’ll happen randomly rather than a specific point in my life). This isn’t set in stone either; I mean, I’m sure the itinerary will have items added and taken away from it. You’ll notice that I’ve starred “Filter out friends.”  I know it may be hard for some to realize it now; but I’ve discovered that the 1000+ friends that you have on Facebook really is simply a number of people you’ve connected with in the past.  For the people that I can actually call true friends that I see on a regular basis, there’s probably only a handful; just about twenty to thirty.  Not saying that those twenty to thirty people will always be the same; after all, who can really predict the future? To be more specific on item number four, I am at “go on a life changing trip.”  I am planning in July to go to New York with four other friends which I’m truly excited for.  After which, I will be at “enjoy being young and single.” Who knows how long that period is going to last but after you’ve built the perfect relationship with yourself, you’re pretty much ready to show it to the world or share it with someone else.  One very important thing to note is to know your level.  I mean, at this point, I want to know where I’m at in life and who else is up there with me; as in, who’s on the same page as me, who’s at the same stage as me, and in essence who’s on the same level as me.  I don’t deserve anything more nor anything less. Anyways, things will most definitely be added onto my game plan as time continues. You all should make a game plan just in case you ever get lost. The Plan I’ve had a game plan written down in my journal since my last boyfriend; not necessarily an agenda of getting over him (because actually in the last case, I broke it off with him) but more on the lines of getting my life straight.  Here is the check off list (after the falling out): Let him go through the motions: Cry about me Get angry with me Let him rebound with random boys Realize the incompatibility and our mistakes Ask for my forgiveness (“There’s nothing to be sorry for) Understand I’m not coming back Repeat the steps one more time Cut off communication and live separate, happy lives Graduate Get a promotion or a better job Build me Get the ideal body Casually date Filter out friends** Fix relationship with family Run marathons Go on a life changing trip Enjoy being young and single Move out and relocate Go back to school Get a dog Settle down? As of yet, I am currently on step number four of getting my life straight; everything else you can cross off the list of things to do (you can pencil in there somewhere “get a boyfriend” but I figure that’ll happen randomly rather than a specific point in my life). This isn’t set in stone either; I mean, I’m sure the itinerary will have items added and taken away from it. You’ll notice that I’ve starred “Filter out friends.”  I know it may be hard for some to realize it now; but I’ve discovered that the 1000+ friends that you have on Facebook really is simply a number of people you’ve connected with in the past.  For the people that I can actually call true friends that I see on a regular basis, there’s probably only a handful; just about twenty to thirty.  Not saying that those twenty to thirty people will always be the same; after all, who can really predict the future? To be more specific on item number four, I am at “go on a life changing trip.”  I am planning in July to go to New York with four other friends which I’m truly excited for.  After which, I will be at “enjoy being young and single.” Who knows how long that period is going to last but after you’ve built the perfect relationship with yourself, you’re pretty much ready to show it to the world or share it with someone else.  One very important thing to note is to know your level.  I mean, at this point, I want to know where I’m at in life and who else is up there with me; as in, who’s on the same page as me, who’s at the same stage as me, and in essence who’s on the same level as me.  I don’t deserve anything more nor anything less. Anyways, things will most definitely be added onto my game plan as time continues. You all should make a game plan just in case you ever get lost.

The Plan

I’ve had a game plan written down in my journal since my last boyfriend; not necessarily an agenda of getting over him (because actually in the last case, I broke it off with him) but more on the lines of getting my life straight.  Here is the check off list (after the falling out):

  1. Let him go through the motions:
    • Cry about me
    • Get angry with me
    • Let him rebound with random boys
    • Realize the incompatibility and our mistakes
    • Ask for my forgiveness (“There’s nothing to be sorry for
      )
    • Understand I’m not coming back
    • Repeat the steps one more time
    • Cut off communication and live separate, happy lives
  2. Graduate
  3. Get a promotion or a better job
  4. Build me
    • Get the ideal body
    • Casually date
    • Filter out friends**
    • Fix relationship with family
    • Run marathons
    • Go on a life changing trip
    • Enjoy being young and single
  5. Move out and relocate
  6. Go back to school
  7. Get a dog
  8. Settle down?

As of yet, I am currently on step number four of getting my life straight; everything else you can cross off the list of things to do (you can pencil in there somewhere “get a boyfriend” but I figure that’ll happen randomly rather than a specific point in my life).

This isn’t set in stone either; I mean, I’m sure the itinerary will have items added and taken away from it.

You’ll notice that I’ve starred “Filter out friends.”  I know it may be hard for some to realize it now; but I’ve discovered that the 1000+ friends that you have on Facebook really is simply a number of people you’ve connected with in the past.  For the people that I can actually call true friends that I see on a regular basis, there’s probably only a handful; just about twenty to thirty.  Not saying that those twenty to thirty people will always be the same; after all, who can really predict the future?

To be more specific on item number four, I am at “go on a life changing trip.”  I am planning in July to go to New York with four other friends which I’m truly excited for.  After which, I will be at “enjoy being young and single.”

Who knows how long that period is going to last but after you’ve built the perfect relationship with yourself, you’re pretty much ready to show it to the world or share it with someone else.  One very important thing to note is to know your level.  I mean, at this point, I want to know where I’m at in life and who else is up there with me; as in, who’s on the same page as me, who’s at the same stage as me, and in essence who’s on the same level as me.  I don’t deserve anything more nor anything less.

Anyways, things will most definitely be added onto my game plan as time continues.

You all should make a game plan just in case you ever get lost.

    Filter Me: “So.  How is it like to be out?  Like completely out?  Basically, no shame?” —————— Response (in essence this is what I got…): “To be completely honest; the actual experience is different for everyone.  ’Coming Out Stories’ depend on the lifestyle of the person, what they’ve done, their current relationships, and what have you; and as we all know, hardly anyone lives the same life as another.  As for the feeling after the traumatic experience (or not traumatic) life is most definitely different; and I will say this for the majority of cases.  Since you’re asking me for my personal opinion, this is what happened to me.” “My parents were okay with me; fortunately for me, I can say that I was one of the lucky ones in that respect.  It’s still a sort of ‘pink elephant’ so to speak in our house; something big and obvious in the room that nobody seems to want to mention.  Still though, they were okay with it, they weren’t blistering mad or outrageously sad; most definitely disappointed though (especially since I’m the breadwinner of the family).” “I lost some friends; actually let me change that, I lost many friends.  Some I can even call my best friends.  Let me say this, friendships are defined by variably and no relationship tends to be the same between two people.  Let’s just say that ‘I wasn’t the person that they had grown up with.’  And honestly, I wasn’t.  As much as I want to say that I’m the same person as before, I’m not.  I’m not a coward anymore and I don’t take shame in my sexuality; so there is in fact a huge difference in who I was before.  If they fell in love with the coward, then there really isn’t much I can do about it.  I’ve gained many friendships though; enough to say that I know my sexuality is okay and not wrong in this world.” “For the friends that stayed, one of two things happened: They grew with me They grew away from me Meaning, they were okay with it and they stuck by me; however, it’s either they’re going along with my lifestyle or my new lifestyle is pushing them away and we’re not as close as we were before.  What can I say?  It’s a two part fault; but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re all ‘okay.’ “I know you’re scared; hell, I was too.  There’s a lot of changes going on and I’m completely part of it.  Life’s all about going through changes right?  How many adults have we seen lived the same life as their childhood dreams or college years?  Not so many.  It’s going to happen, I won’t lie; you’re going to experience change.” “Just let me know when you’re ready.” ————————- Thank You.Filter Me: “So.  How is it like to be out?  Like completely out?  Basically, no shame?” —————— Response (in essence this is what I got…): “To be completely honest; the actual experience is different for everyone.  ’Coming Out Stories’ depend on the lifestyle of the person, what they’ve done, their current relationships, and what have you; and as we all know, hardly anyone lives the same life as another.  As for the feeling after the traumatic experience (or not traumatic) life is most definitely different; and I will say this for the majority of cases.  Since you’re asking me for my personal opinion, this is what happened to me.” “My parents were okay with me; fortunately for me, I can say that I was one of the lucky ones in that respect.  It’s still a sort of ‘pink elephant’ so to speak in our house; something big and obvious in the room that nobody seems to want to mention.  Still though, they were okay with it, they weren’t blistering mad or outrageously sad; most definitely disappointed though (especially since I’m the breadwinner of the family).” “I lost some friends; actually let me change that, I lost many friends.  Some I can even call my best friends.  Let me say this, friendships are defined by variably and no relationship tends to be the same between two people.  Let’s just say that ‘I wasn’t the person that they had grown up with.’  And honestly, I wasn’t.  As much as I want to say that I’m the same person as before, I’m not.  I’m not a coward anymore and I don’t take shame in my sexuality; so there is in fact a huge difference in who I was before.  If they fell in love with the coward, then there really isn’t much I can do about it.  I’ve gained many friendships though; enough to say that I know my sexuality is okay and not wrong in this world.” “For the friends that stayed, one of two things happened: They grew with me They grew away from me Meaning, they were okay with it and they stuck by me; however, it’s either they’re going along with my lifestyle or my new lifestyle is pushing them away and we’re not as close as we were before.  What can I say?  It’s a two part fault; but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re all ‘okay.’ “I know you’re scared; hell, I was too.  There’s a lot of changes going on and I’m completely part of it.  Life’s all about going through changes right?  How many adults have we seen lived the same life as their childhood dreams or college years?  Not so many.  It’s going to happen, I won’t lie; you’re going to experience change.” “Just let me know when you’re ready.” ————————- Thank You.

    Filter

    Me: “So.  How is it like to be out?  Like completely out?  Basically, no shame?”

    ——————

    Response (in essence this is what I got…):

    “To be completely honest; the actual experience is different for everyone.  ’Coming Out Stories’ depend on the lifestyle of the person, what they’ve done, their current relationships, and what have you; and as we all know, hardly anyone lives the same life as another.  As for the feeling after the traumatic experience (or not traumatic) life is most definitely different; and I will say this for the majority of cases.  Since you’re asking me for my personal opinion, this is what happened to me.”

    “My parents were okay with me; fortunately for me, I can say that I was one of the lucky ones in that respect.  It’s still a sort of ‘pink elephant’ so to speak in our house; something big and obvious in the room that nobody seems to want to mention.  Still though, they were okay with it, they weren’t blistering mad or outrageously sad; most definitely disappointed though (especially since I’m the breadwinner of the family).”

    “I lost some friends; actually let me change that, I lost many friends.  Some I can even call my best friends.  Let me say this, friendships are defined by variably and no relationship tends to be the same between two people.  Let’s just say that ‘I wasn’t the person that they had grown up with.’  And honestly, I wasn’t.  As much as I want to say that I’m the same person as before, I’m not.  I’m not a coward anymore and I don’t take shame in my sexuality; so there is in fact a huge difference in who I was before.  If they fell in love with the coward, then there really isn’t much I can do about it.  I’ve gained many friendships though; enough to say that I know my sexuality is okay and not wrong in this world.”

    “For the friends that stayed, one of two things happened:

    • They grew with me
    • They grew away from me

    Meaning, they were okay with it and they stuck by me; however, it’s either they’re going along with my lifestyle or my new lifestyle is pushing them away and we’re not as close as we were before.  What can I say?  It’s a two part fault; but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re all ‘okay.’

    “I know you’re scared; hell, I was too.  There’s a lot of changes going on and I’m completely part of it.  Life’s all about going through changes right?  How many adults have we seen lived the same life as their childhood dreams or college years?  Not so many.  It’s going to happen, I won’t lie; you’re going to experience change.”

    “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

    ————————-

    Thank You.

    “A lot of people ask me when I first knew I was gay. Fact is, I don’t know. But what I do remember, what I can recall, is when I first realized it was Okay: It was when I met these guys. My friends.”

    —Kevin from “The Broken Hearts Club”
    Hopeless Romantic It’s rather confounding; at least, I find it.  Many believe that there is one specific way to be in a healthy relationship and that perfection is obtained only when finding the “man of their dreams.”  As if somewhere lost there is a book of love that foretells the hidden secrets of receiving all its glory. Well, who knows, maybe there is some novel out there already written or yet to be written; this all based on my own personal, bias, opinion. I’m not saying that it’s wrong to take your significant other out on dates to kiss beneath the stars, dance in the moonlight to slow songs, or long walks on the beach; I just don’t want to believe that all it takes is someone who can “sing, dance, and play the guitar” to fall in love.  Three qualities don’t embody a relationship and should most definitely not determine whether you should or shouldn’t date someone. I really am confused about this idealistic vision created by us.  Here we are saying that “we shouldn’t change ourselves; the other person should love us for who we are both inside and out” yet there are countless highly rated and favored movies where someone must change to discover true love; such the case of Aladdin and Ariel.  In addition, we scream and scour at the one who cheated and left us with nothing yet there are films academy awarded and acclaimed when “she must leave the one she’s currently with to be with the person she’s meant to be with.”  Who’s wrong in these situations?  What really claims to be correct and true in any of these cases?  Is this how love is supposed to be?  Is this how our hopeful romantic fantasies play through? I don’t believe that there is a one, certain, distinct way to love someone; love isn’t a concept that can be studied, graded, and tested on whether you were right or wrong. I think expectations are the biggest mistakes we make when we introduce ourselves to someone we believe “fits” our ideal qualities:   He’s a dancer, that’s a deal maker He doesn’t like romantic movies, that’s a deal breaker He cooks, that’s a deal maker He doesn’t work out, that’s a deal breaker He’s a perfectionist, that’s a deal maker He’s a perfectionist?  That’s a deal breaker Expectations will only cause us to disappoint ourselves and make the other person feel miserable if they’re not met; sadly enough, most of the time this is true. Love to me?  It’s something that’s ridiculously hard.  It’s experience; it’s going to take a thousand heartbreaks before you truly understand it.  Ironically, this is the reason why it “hurts so good.”  It’s the greatest high and worst come down.  It’s time consuming  yet passes by in an instant.  It’s like a knife in your back that you don’t want to take out.  It’s a balance act; nobody should outweigh the other.  Look left and right before crossing because chances are there’s going to be a ton of obstacles before you get through.  It’s not a waiting game yet you shouldn’t rush into things.  Lastly, as much as this probably doesn’t make any sense; to be completely honest, it’s not supposed to. Once again; even though I’m trying to make my own definition of love to pass on to you, I honestly can’t and shouldn’t because that would have defeated the purpose of me writing this in the first place.  This is my own personal, bias opinion that I’m sure is completely idiotic to the next person who reads it… …  who am I to say what love is or isn’t?  Nobody.Hopeless Romantic It’s rather confounding; at least, I find it.  Many believe that there is one specific way to be in a healthy relationship and that perfection is obtained only when finding the “man of their dreams.”  As if somewhere lost there is a book of love that foretells the hidden secrets of receiving all its glory. Well, who knows, maybe there is some novel out there already written or yet to be written; this all based on my own personal, bias, opinion. I’m not saying that it’s wrong to take your significant other out on dates to kiss beneath the stars, dance in the moonlight to slow songs, or long walks on the beach; I just don’t want to believe that all it takes is someone who can “sing, dance, and play the guitar” to fall in love.  Three qualities don’t embody a relationship and should most definitely not determine whether you should or shouldn’t date someone. I really am confused about this idealistic vision created by us.  Here we are saying that “we shouldn’t change ourselves; the other person should love us for who we are both inside and out” yet there are countless highly rated and favored movies where someone must change to discover true love; such the case of Aladdin and Ariel.  In addition, we scream and scour at the one who cheated and left us with nothing yet there are films academy awarded and acclaimed when “she must leave the one she’s currently with to be with the person she’s meant to be with.”  Who’s wrong in these situations?  What really claims to be correct and true in any of these cases?  Is this how love is supposed to be?  Is this how our hopeful romantic fantasies play through? I don’t believe that there is a one, certain, distinct way to love someone; love isn’t a concept that can be studied, graded, and tested on whether you were right or wrong. I think expectations are the biggest mistakes we make when we introduce ourselves to someone we believe “fits” our ideal qualities:   He’s a dancer, that’s a deal maker He doesn’t like romantic movies, that’s a deal breaker He cooks, that’s a deal maker He doesn’t work out, that’s a deal breaker He’s a perfectionist, that’s a deal maker He’s a perfectionist?  That’s a deal breaker Expectations will only cause us to disappoint ourselves and make the other person feel miserable if they’re not met; sadly enough, most of the time this is true. Love to me?  It’s something that’s ridiculously hard.  It’s experience; it’s going to take a thousand heartbreaks before you truly understand it.  Ironically, this is the reason why it “hurts so good.”  It’s the greatest high and worst come down.  It’s time consuming  yet passes by in an instant.  It’s like a knife in your back that you don’t want to take out.  It’s a balance act; nobody should outweigh the other.  Look left and right before crossing because chances are there’s going to be a ton of obstacles before you get through.  It’s not a waiting game yet you shouldn’t rush into things.  Lastly, as much as this probably doesn’t make any sense; to be completely honest, it’s not supposed to. Once again; even though I’m trying to make my own definition of love to pass on to you, I honestly can’t and shouldn’t because that would have defeated the purpose of me writing this in the first place.  This is my own personal, bias opinion that I’m sure is completely idiotic to the next person who reads it… …  who am I to say what love is or isn’t?  Nobody.

    Hopeless Romantic

    It’s rather confounding; at least, I find it.  Many believe that there is one specific way to be in a healthy relationship and that perfection is obtained only when finding the “man of their dreams.”  As if somewhere lost there is a book of love that foretells the hidden secrets of receiving all its glory.

    Well, who knows, maybe there is some novel out there already written or yet to be written; this all based on my own personal, bias, opinion.

    I’m not saying that it’s wrong to take your significant other out on dates to kiss beneath the stars, dance in the moonlight to slow songs, or long walks on the beach; I just don’t want to believe that all it takes is someone who can “sing, dance, and play the guitar” to fall in love.  Three qualities don’t embody a relationship and should most definitely not determine whether you should or shouldn’t date someone.

    I really am confused about this idealistic vision created by us.  Here we are saying that “we shouldn’t change ourselves; the other person should love us for who we are both inside and out” yet there are countless highly rated and favored movies where someone must change to discover true love; such the case of Aladdin and Ariel.  In addition, we scream and scour at the one who cheated and left us with nothing yet there are films academy awarded and acclaimed when “she must leave the one she’s currently with to be with the person she’s meant to be with.”  Who’s wrong in these situations?  What really claims to be correct and true in any of these cases?  Is this how love is supposed to be?  Is this how our hopeful romantic fantasies play through?

    I don’t believe that there is a one, certain, distinct way to love someone; love isn’t a concept that can be studied, graded, and tested on whether you were right or wrong.

    I think expectations are the biggest mistakes we make when we introduce ourselves to someone we believe “fits” our ideal qualities:  

    • He’s a dancer, that’s a deal maker
    • He doesn’t like romantic movies, that’s a deal breaker
    • He cooks, that’s a deal maker
    • He doesn’t work out, that’s a deal breaker
    • He’s a perfectionist, that’s a deal maker
    • He’s a perfectionist?  That’s a deal breaker

    Expectations will only cause us to disappoint ourselves and make the other person feel miserable if they’re not met; sadly enough, most of the time this is true.

    Love to me?  It’s something that’s ridiculously hard.  It’s experience; it’s going to take a thousand heartbreaks before you truly understand it.  Ironically, this is the reason why it “hurts so good.”  It’s the greatest high and worst come down.  It’s time consuming  yet passes by in an instant.  It’s like a knife in your back that you don’t want to take out.  It’s a balance act; nobody should outweigh the other.  Look left and right before crossing because chances are there’s going to be a ton of obstacles before you get through.  It’s not a waiting game yet you shouldn’t rush into things.  Lastly, as much as this probably doesn’t make any sense; to be completely honest, it’s not supposed to.

    Once again; even though I’m trying to make my own definition of love to pass on to you, I honestly can’t and shouldn’t because that would have defeated the purpose of me writing this in the first place.  This is my own personal, bias opinion that I’m sure is completely idiotic to the next person who reads it…

    …  who am I to say what love is or isn’t?  Nobody.

    Left Behind What to do what to do.  Everybody has their dreams they want to pursue and when opportunity knocks, why wait?  I think I’ve just felt a small blunt blow of how my mother felt like when I graduated from college and saw her in tears when I received my diploma. You build a strong relationship with another person and what happens when they just, “have to go?” My friend, probably second to best, is moving back home, or what we like to call, the Philippines. Pursuing her dreams; reuniting with her family. The bright side of all this is that she’ll be happier with her life and she’ll be with her loving relatives; however, I can’t help but get a sense of feeling left behind.  I totally understand what she needs to do and I’m full heartedly happy for her as well as her endeavors; but is it wrong to feel sad?  Or am I happy right now? I’m not sure of my emotions as of yet in terms of if I’m happy, sad, or a combination of the two. Visiting the US is no easy feat as well; we’re talking about years of saving up money and planning for just one week. Six months left; that’s all we’ve got.  As much as I want to say, “we’ll be the same people when you come see us again…”  I highly doubt if that’s going to be true.  We all change in time; but I will guarantee this regardless if we do or do not see each other ever again after you leave: You’ve made an impacting effect on my life and there’s no possible way that I would have become the person I am today without you; every success and every failure you have been a part of, and you will be for the rest of my life; there’s a little bit of you in my personality. THANK YOU, and possibly goodbye. (photo via)Left Behind What to do what to do.  Everybody has their dreams they want to pursue and when opportunity knocks, why wait?  I think I’ve just felt a small blunt blow of how my mother felt like when I graduated from college and saw her in tears when I received my diploma. You build a strong relationship with another person and what happens when they just, “have to go?” My friend, probably second to best, is moving back home, or what we like to call, the Philippines. Pursuing her dreams; reuniting with her family. The bright side of all this is that she’ll be happier with her life and she’ll be with her loving relatives; however, I can’t help but get a sense of feeling left behind.  I totally understand what she needs to do and I’m full heartedly happy for her as well as her endeavors; but is it wrong to feel sad?  Or am I happy right now? I’m not sure of my emotions as of yet in terms of if I’m happy, sad, or a combination of the two. Visiting the US is no easy feat as well; we’re talking about years of saving up money and planning for just one week. Six months left; that’s all we’ve got.  As much as I want to say, “we’ll be the same people when you come see us again…”  I highly doubt if that’s going to be true.  We all change in time; but I will guarantee this regardless if we do or do not see each other ever again after you leave: You’ve made an impacting effect on my life and there’s no possible way that I would have become the person I am today without you; every success and every failure you have been a part of, and you will be for the rest of my life; there’s a little bit of you in my personality. THANK YOU, and possibly goodbye. (photo via)

    Left Behind

    What to do what to do.  Everybody has their dreams they want to pursue and when opportunity knocks, why wait?  I think I’ve just felt a small blunt blow of how my mother felt like when I graduated from college and saw her in tears when I received my diploma.

    You build a strong relationship with another person and what happens when they just, “have to go?”

    My friend, probably second to best, is moving back home, or what we like to call, the Philippines.

    Pursuing her dreams; reuniting with her family.

    The bright side of all this is that she’ll be happier with her life and she’ll be with her loving relatives; however, I can’t help but get a sense of feeling left behind.  I totally understand what she needs to do and I’m full heartedly happy for her as well as her endeavors; but is it wrong to feel sad?  Or am I happy right now?

    I’m not sure of my emotions as of yet in terms of if I’m happy, sad, or a combination of the two.

    Visiting the US is no easy feat as well; we’re talking about years of saving up money and planning for just one week.

    Six months left; that’s all we’ve got.  As much as I want to say, “we’ll be the same people when you come see us again…”  I highly doubt if that’s going to be true.  We all change in time; but I will guarantee this regardless if we do or do not see each other ever again after you leave:

    You’ve made an impacting effect on my life and there’s no possible way that I would have become the person I am today without you; every success and every failure you have been a part of, and you will be for the rest of my life; there’s a little bit of you in my personality.

    THANK YOU, and possibly goodbye.

    (photo via)

    We Should be Lovers We should be lovers.  Lovers of everything we do and lovers of everything we touch.  We are humans and we are have the power to love, something that is incapable to other living beings.  We don’t have to wish for love in everyday life if we promise ourselves to provide it in everything we do. We should be lovers.  Lovers of our skills and our passion.  Lovers of our lives and lovers for our bodies.  Lovers for love and lovers for praise.  Lovers of forgiveness and lovers for happiness.  We are not haters, no absolutely not.  Lovers of ‘yes we can’ and lovers of ‘I’m sorry I can’t.’  We don’t look up to anybody who looks down on us and we don’t look down on anybody who’s palms touch the floor.  We are lovers of sympathy and we are lovers of compassion. We should be lovers.  Love our job, love our life, love our friends, love our family, love our brothers, and love our sisters.  We are lovers.  We don’t divide, we unite in a symphony of unison and light. We should be lovers.  Lovers of those alive and those who are dead.  Lovers of those to the right and those to the left.  Lovers of red, black, blue, and white; lovers of the earth, cities, oceans, and seas.  Lovers of invention, and lovers of intelligence, and lovers of discovery. We should be lovers.  Lovers of failures, lovers of mistakes; lovers of faults, humility, shame, and guilt.  Lovers of standing and lovers of falling.  Lovers of courage, strength, bravery, and ability. It is with my deepest hope and most sincere belief that we should stop the hate and erase the guidelines of how “it’s supposed to be.” We should be lovers;  grab my hand and let’s be lovers. Fly. (photo via)We Should be Lovers We should be lovers.  Lovers of everything we do and lovers of everything we touch.  We are humans and we are have the power to love, something that is incapable to other living beings.  We don’t have to wish for love in everyday life if we promise ourselves to provide it in everything we do. We should be lovers.  Lovers of our skills and our passion.  Lovers of our lives and lovers for our bodies.  Lovers for love and lovers for praise.  Lovers of forgiveness and lovers for happiness.  We are not haters, no absolutely not.  Lovers of ‘yes we can’ and lovers of ‘I’m sorry I can’t.’  We don’t look up to anybody who looks down on us and we don’t look down on anybody who’s palms touch the floor.  We are lovers of sympathy and we are lovers of compassion. We should be lovers.  Love our job, love our life, love our friends, love our family, love our brothers, and love our sisters.  We are lovers.  We don’t divide, we unite in a symphony of unison and light. We should be lovers.  Lovers of those alive and those who are dead.  Lovers of those to the right and those to the left.  Lovers of red, black, blue, and white; lovers of the earth, cities, oceans, and seas.  Lovers of invention, and lovers of intelligence, and lovers of discovery. We should be lovers.  Lovers of failures, lovers of mistakes; lovers of faults, humility, shame, and guilt.  Lovers of standing and lovers of falling.  Lovers of courage, strength, bravery, and ability. It is with my deepest hope and most sincere belief that we should stop the hate and erase the guidelines of how “it’s supposed to be.” We should be lovers;  grab my hand and let’s be lovers. Fly. (photo via)

    We Should be Lovers

    We should be lovers.  Lovers of everything we do and lovers of everything we touch.  We are humans and we are have the power to love, something that is incapable to other living beings.  We don’t have to wish for love in everyday life if we promise ourselves to provide it in everything we do.

    We should be lovers.  Lovers of our skills and our passion.  Lovers of our lives and lovers for our bodies.  Lovers for love and lovers for praise.  Lovers of forgiveness and lovers for happiness.  We are not haters, no absolutely not.  Lovers of ‘yes we can’ and lovers of ‘I’m sorry I can’t.’  We don’t look up to anybody who looks down on us and we don’t look down on anybody who’s palms touch the floor.  We are lovers of sympathy and we are lovers of compassion.

    We should be lovers.  Love our job, love our life, love our friends, love our family, love our brothers, and love our sisters.  We are lovers.  We don’t divide, we unite in a symphony of unison and light.

    We should be lovers.  Lovers of those alive and those who are dead.  Lovers of those to the right and those to the left.  Lovers of red, black, blue, and white; lovers of the earth, cities, oceans, and seas.  Lovers of invention, and lovers of intelligence, and lovers of discovery.

    We should be lovers.  Lovers of failures, lovers of mistakes; lovers of faults, humility, shame, and guilt.  Lovers of standing and lovers of falling.  Lovers of courage, strength, bravery, and ability.

    It is with my deepest hope and most sincere belief that we should stop the hate and erase the guidelines of how “it’s supposed to be.”

    We should be lovers;  grab my hand and let’s be lovers.

    Fly.

    (photo via)