Hate doesn't work like love.
You have to remind yourself to love.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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24 comments:
only you can speak the truth in so few words..
It could also be the opposite...
let's change that.
Then should I wait for them to remind themselves?
Thank you once again.
So many times have your words touched me in ways I couldn't fathom. Sometimes it brought forth emotions I was trying to hide, and sometimes I didn't know I felt. A lot of times it was things 'That is for me. This is for me.' and the words have been truly an inspiration.
Some reason, these simple words are perhaps the strongest of them all - years of words and these two sentences are it. I think this may be what I pick to get a tattoo of to help remind me of them daily, if that is alright with you.
I'd be honoured <3
and so it would be that hating is as natural as breathing.
sad but true
I disagree... You don't have to remind yourself to love, only to not hate. If you love someone, it's like breathing. It's like living. It just happens, and you can't stop it, and you can't let it go.
I love this. (:
aww :( so sad but really true :/
oh...i thought i was the only one.
I feel like this is a contradiction to everything you've ever written. To love and to hate are the most natural part of being a human being. We are born with only love and fear- with age that fear grows into hate. You just need to ensure that there is always, always more love than fear. Always.
I feel like everyone shares these feelings of all of your words, or at least everyone can relate. I sometimes thought I might have been the only one, or one of very few, so I never discussed them with anyone. I now do not understand why people everywhere can not be more open with each other about love, hate, pain, and joy. Deep down, we all understand and we should all go through it together.
I disagaree - this does not work for me.
Leave a marble spinning around a bowl, eventually it will arrive at bottom centre, motionless, at rest. I am only at rest when I love: hate is such an effort; it is unnatural to me.
this is, by far, one of my favorite posts on here. when i took a moment to digest and chew this over... i was in awe--only you could say so much with so little. i can only dream of writing like this.
But once in a while, you meet someone that makes love so easy. If your lucky enough...
i've never had to remind myself to hug. only to hold a grudge.
Hating those two for their happiness is so easy. I have to physically think and make myself stop.
Her only regret is not dating him sooner.
My only regret is ever getting involved with either of them. Liars. Cheaters. Not friends.
Oh there I go.
I am happier with the end result than I ever was before. But their happiness is like an anchor. I wish I would forget them.
I wish you would too.
You never promised me anything but I relied on the reassurance of your touch and the constantness of your face.
I wanted to grow into who you wanted and I wanted your hopes and desires to be my life. I am so embarassed the reckless abandon with which I was eager to dispose of my life, but I was a child, what else did I know?
It's beautiful and true in a sense, but I must disagree. You have to remind yourself to do either. There is always a choice.
The risks of pain and shatter are equal for both. But only one of the two has any potential for good. And that, that must always be our choice.
There may be several reasons why we hate, but there could be no reason why we love.
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