Choose happiness they say…
Happiness is within you they say…
The universe is always sending messages they say…
If you are thinking about them, they are thinking about you…. ok this one is funny, because it cannot be true.
Dime con quien andas y te dire quien eres. Means tell me who you walk with and I will tell you who you are.
El amor es ciego. Meaning Love is blind.
Life is not a destination, it’s a journey.
Ok you get the gist…. They say a lot. Who are they and why do they have to say so much? 😆
Seriously though, if we are the key to our own happiness then why do we have so many people around us that mean so much? Love is the key? Yes, I know love yourself… but isn’t it much better shared?
I can’t make myself tremble just by being, nor can I make myself ache to the core. My heart doesn’t quicken at the mere thought of myself. My voice doesn’t sound like music to my ears either. Rare is this kind of connection, yes I know. Worse is when someone breaks that connection. The magic is broken and then? Is it better never to have known it? And once broken, can it ever be revived? I don’t think it can be the same.
It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Well señor Tennyson, I’m not so sure about that.
There is also the red string of fate. Have you heard of this? It a Japanese legend where a person’s pinky is tied to another person’s pinky and eventually they are fated to meet. I’m just here to tell you,that string gets knotted and tangled a bit. Who’s to say one person doesn’t own a pair of scissors?
I guess love is illusive, and elusive.
Much of it to you though