Adam Speaks of Love

Well, well, well. Let's all be perfectly honest. Who, still alive on this earth, believes love lasts forever?

Personally, I do. To me, if you've really found your love, you'll never ever lose that. Sometimes it's best for everyone to let it go. Sometimes it all works out in a beautiful symphony.

Unfortunately, in our culture today, we don't see love. In our sex-filled, cesspool of a society, we see lust. We don't understand fully what it is that love is.

Lust... The unfortunate love look-alike. It confuses the young mind. However, when that bright, unruly flame dies out, so does the illusion of love. That's how it works in most cases. I'm fairly certain I just described at least one of your previous relationships. Doesn't it absolutely just blow up in your face and you feel like something's missing? That's the lust, gone finally. That's all it does, it begins with such a rush that you can't help but feel like that person is the one. When it's done with, you'll feel as if a part is missing. However, start it all back up again with another person, you'll feel renewed and thus the cycle repeats.

Love is something I've contemplated since I was young. Very young. I was maybe seven when I noticed people around me "Loving" each other. Of course even at that time, it's just a silly kind of friend love. I always took to heart the meaning of love as bestowed upon me by the actual relationships of human beings around me.

To everyone, it has a seperate definition. To each human, love is something else. The way it feels, the way to find it. It's all your own. When someone tells me they're in love, (I'm talking about teenagers of course) I count the days until that "love" dies. It doesn't neccesarily die as much as it withers. One of the parties tries to hold on to it, enduring the most of the trauma. What they're really trying to hold on to is the remainder of that lust. That lust which will never be re-kindled to what it once was.

Now, after losing my train of thought, I thought I'd share with you all some of my favorite quotes regarding love: (I went to the trouble of italicizing the parts that are most important to me.)

“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'” ~ Unknown

“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.” ~ Unknown

“If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.” ~ Unknown

“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.” ~ James Earl

“One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.” ~ Unknown

“The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned.” ~ William Somerset

“Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see.” ~ Unknown

“It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.” ~ Unknown

“True Love burns the brightest, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.” ~ Unknown

“I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.” ~ Roy Croft

“It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.” ~ Unknown

Now, for fear of writing a book on the topic, I'm going to try and limit my ideas expressed in this. Here's my train of thought veering back on track.

When someone has truly found "The One", I believe they will realize it out of the blue. They may have thought differently about this person beforehand, but then they suddenly had a revelation. An epiphany.

Granted, I'd have no way of knowing, seeing as I'm in high school. Just starting out at that. I feel as though I can guess what it would be like to truly love someone. Just watch any movie nowadays and you'll see something along the lines of falling in love somewhere in the movie. I realize that's a generalization, but in most cases, you'd find a love scene.

High school relationships. What are they? Really?

I've spoken to people lately about them. I've experienced discussions of nearly every view. Personally, I believe that the main goal and purpose of any relationship is a sort of test to find the right significant other. I do have a bit to tack on to the end, though. I believe that in high school, there's no need for anyone to fully expect to live the rest of their life out with the other person. I do, however believe that you must treat that person as if you are spending the rest of your lives together. That's the only way to truly determine what it is you want from a person.

I've finally had the time to think this last day or so, and I firmly believe all of this. Not a single person I can imagine can truly expect to find love whenever they date someone. It's all a process to find the right person. Statistics say that one in three marriages end in divorce. (That's the number I remember, anywho.) I think it's about time a new generation of people who care came up from the depths a really thought about what love is. I think it's about time things change from this downhill path.

Let's help the image of american society and culture by getting to know ourselves a little bit better. Then search for your true better half.

The Bird and the Worm

As the rain keeps many other cooped up in bed, I embrace the grace and beauty of this weather. I feel nocturnal to the weather. As many know, I live in Nebraska and find it fitting to love the rain and bitterness of winter. I still to this day wonder why people in Nebraska hate the cold and rain. You would think that people would adapt and remodel their views of this if it is what you live with every season. Oh, well. It's fine with me, because it just means that I get to enjoy the weather while others suffer. Evil, am I not?

Now bear with me as I introduce a little pet peeve of mine. I feel like talking about this because it came up into context a couple of times this week. It makes me grind my teeth till I have no Enamel left to throw away from aggravation. When people tell me that "They know me" and that they think they have me "All figured out." The reason I am so sensitive on this topic has to do with the fact that, people DON'T know who I am, and they insist that they do. Well sir, if you have me figured out so well, why don't you tell me my social security number? That's what I thought. By seeing someone during school, and talking to them once in a while, that doesn't give you the right to say you know them. I can understand some of my great friends out there that I have known and willingly told about myself and my life, but not an acquaintance that I haven't taken the time to talk about my life to.

Well, enough about my ranting for the day. To make up for my tardiness yesterday, I made this post a bit longer, and I will have a couple more quotes I like for you all tonight. Thank you (:




        Quotes for this fine Thursday:
Leisure times should be an occasion for deep purpose to throb and for ideas to ferment. Where a man allows leisure to slip without some creative use, he has forfeited a bit of happiness. - C. Neil Strait


Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why. - Bernard M. Baruch


Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. - Martin Luther King, Jr.


There is no passion to be found playing small, in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. - Nelson Mandela


Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I will meet you there. - Rumi


The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn. - Alvin Toffler


Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. - The Buddha

Life's Youngest Recollections

Today I had an interesting experience. As I sat in my Oral Comm class today, I ended up having a rare recollection of something that was a blur to me. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a flashback, but it was me when I was very young, most likely around 4 or 5 years old. I walked into a fairly large room, and I think that the room was a dark red and green color. An old man was laying on the bed, and he looked sick. He was coughing and he turned to me, and showed the slightest grin, before looking away. This bothered me the rest of my night, even during a slight nap I took after school, the dream or flashback reappeared revealing more detail behind this old man. My curiosity ended in Macaroni Grill where I explained the scene to my parents, and my mom froze. Then after around 5 seconds she whispered "That is your grandfather." Apparently this was a real event that happened in 2000, around a week before my grandpa died, at the age of 93. I was shocked. I wasn't sure whether to cry or smile. So I wiped all emotions from my face, sucked in the tears, and finished my Fettucini Alfredo which I could no longer taste. I felt as if my brain had been shot by a Taser, and I couldn't respond to anything.
Why was the timing so strange? I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care. It was a strange, and slightly reassuring feeling to meet someone you don't remember, or has been gone through your life. I can truly say that this is my youngest recollection or memory in life. Rest in peace grandpa, you're now forever in my thoughts.

              Quote for the day:
There is no such thing as a "self-made" man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success. - George Matthew Adams

From Reveille To Taps

From Reveille to Taps, from morning to night, from sunrise to sunset, my day never feels complete. I do believe I have caught an irredeemable disease, or fever if I may. As I lay here under the covers of my bed of roses, so soft and warm to the touch. I feel something gnawing at my skin like a tick dug deep into my skin. I shiver, with only 1 possible reason. Every night that I go to bed lately, I go to bed late. I wake up happy as ever and have no explanation. I believe it is the weather. Spring to be exact. The winter was cold, and my adapting body was to the point where it was not ready for the change. I am like a hibernating bear, when waking up from a long sleep on an empty stomach, and not ready for the changes to come. Rain, wind, and sun. Sun. It hits my skin and makes me tremble from the slight build up of melanin in my skin. Wind. It whips against my skin like a wet towel being wound up, then finally whipped out all at once, bringing slight pain, and in this case, slight relief. Rain. I can't describe my love for rain. It's like a child loves his candy, but in this case, it pours down on me, like a dream from the sky and drenches my body with water. The aftermath is sublime. Whispers from the birds above, and the streets draining my love into the earth below, only to re-awake as something just as beautiful. How can you hate it? So I live for Spring, from Reveille to Taps, day to day, until the days get even warmer, and push my limits.

Sleep is at hand. I'm sure I will wake up shivering, but for now, goodnight and have a great flight on the wing of Spring.

Quote for the evening:

         Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the hear of the night. - Rainer Maria Rilke

Trust and Love

Trust. A word taken so lightly, like many others. "I trust you." Do I? No. I can truly, and happily say, I don't trust you. Happily? Yes, I'm glad that I don't trust some of you. Trust is not me trusting you to pay me back some money I loaned you. It is something generated over years of life, where you would hand someone your life, and know for a fact that they would make it even better. Trust is something that is given to people too easily these days. I personally don't fully trust anyone to this extent. Close? Yes, but still, not with my life. Granted, I am young, and haven't met that significant other, and life is changing so fast, feelings and friends are being blended up into a smoothie I wouldn't dare to drink. "To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved" - George Macdonald. Before I get into this quote, I must explain my views on love. Love, is something so commonly confused to be a feeling of a friend, or a person you have been dating for a couple of weeks. Yes, as silly as it sounds, we all do this. Including me. I had just gotten done talking to one of my close friends about this. The immeasurable distance between love, and being in love. But it's not about the words, but what you mean. Many say that they love each other. But, do you think about what you're saying? You have lust. Maybe not even that. This flies all the way back to when you were told "Think before you talk." Well, go ahead. You may think that you still love that person, but I disagree (depending on the situation). Love is something that I would express to a girlfriend after at least 6 months, depending on the deepness of the relationship and countless factors. So, now that you know my views on trust and love, lets review this quote previously stated. Many would say that when you love, you trust. Well, if I was dating someone for 6 months, I feel as if I would still hold on to my life, until I'm so sure, and know everything about them, that I can lower the gate to my life, and hire that person to stand guard. Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is, trust yourself, and love yourself. Time will let you know when you can share.
Definition of Love: Deep romantic or sexual attachment.
Definition of Lust: Very strong sexual desire.
             Oh, Google Definitions, could you possibly be more wrong?

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