"he never loved you"
is what the voice
in her head
told her
he never admitted he loved her
he never came forward
the haunting truth
soaked the walls
and twisted any past
memories of him
she moved on
and smiled through the pain
it was better than
the darkness that consumed her
when her thoughts
lingered to long on him
oh, how she loathed him
and loved him
at the same time
When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before.
Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”
— Alice Walker
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Love chooses you... It happens, and that's it. It doesn't matter if it's the right time or not. If he has a character opposite to yours... If he is twice your age, or half. If he lives on the other side of the world... If it's the best, or the worst, thing that could happen to you... It doesn't matter.
Love comes like that. He doesn't ask your permission. He asks nothing. He chooses you.
Love is not just an attraction or a choice... It is not linked to beauty, intelligence, good qualities... Ohh no.
Love is a connection, a magical vibration, a mystical force, a unique current, a storm of emotions, a huge landslide.
Love is like life... It's everything we didn't choose.
Love is free and indomitable… You no longer master or control anything. This is also how you recognize it...
It lives in you, haunts you, even when you try to chase it away... It is he who takes control of your heart and your thoughts.
And the best, and the wisest, is to surrender to it…
Because who are we to decide that Life was wrong when it presented it to us ?
~ by unknown
She had to fight
To be herself
In a world
That didn't understand her
She was unique
A spiritual warrior
With one foot in this world
And the other in the unseen
She was magic
And saw past the veil
She was an anomaly
A rare star
Guiding souls
Towards truth
With a utterly profound feeling
Of being alone
Surrounded by other stars
Unaware of their shine
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There is a special kind of person in this world who is often misunderstood. These people tend to be the loners, the free spirits, the innocent lovers. They see the world for all they can – and should be – although the world rarely sees them.
They are the old souls, the dreamers, the people in tune with life, so intuitive of emotions that they frighten us. They frighten us not because of who they are, but because of who we are not, what we lack.
Ancient souls reach depths we cannot understand. They have a connection with God, with the Universe, with Nature, and that's why they are the people who will change the world.
We often feel inferior, as if we have to strive to stay remotely close to their level, to be worthy of their love.
It takes a confident person to love an old soul. But it's worth it. It will change your life.
They are romantic, they are loyal, they help us grow, they are not materialistic, they understand the deep connections in life, they are grateful, they are examples of bravery.
They walk the most painful roads of this life, and yet somehow they find the courage to smile, often selfless. Supporting others.
Loving an old soul and being loved by one is a gift from the Universe!
~ Luiza Fletcher
