Synonym for Love

Last time I checked, it’s August not February so, why am I suddenly surrounded by people in love?

On second thought, who says love picks a month, anyway?

Funny that while I’m busy thinking the right next step for my lifework, my friends are actually busy fervently sharing their own love updates. And where is justice in that? (Hah-hah!) But to be honest, I don’t find it unfair…at all. I believe things happen to people at their own times and seasons. It’s just that right now, we have different priorities. I’m not saying that it’s not or won’t be my concern. Of course, it is. But not at the moment. (This is where the concept of timing…of waiting should get in.) And to prove that I am not unaffected, I do have, in fact, a synonym for love.

Love, if I may say, is a decision. It is a choice. Indeed. God gave us the freewill to choose who/what we want to love. It can be learned, too. With genuine commitment and effort, it may develop. It may grow deeper and deeper so long as time permits.

Told ya. I have. (Heh-heh!) And for the record, I am not jealous. No, I’m not. No. No. No. Okay. Just a bit. A tiny bit. (Hah-hah!) O_O

Okay, that’s enough. All I really wanted to say is that I found this again, an excerpt from Tuesdays with Morrie called Tension of Opposites. Perfetto!

“Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know you shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.”

“Which side wins? Love wins. Love always wins.”

 

(Note: Excerpts from Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom)

 

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Rainy Mood

The month of July is ending with a rain and it sets me in the mood to spend the weekend with the aroma of brewed coffee and the smell of a good book to read. So I decided to finally grabbed myself a copy of Nicholas Sparks’ Safe Haven (Thank you, Lord, for payday!), and delve once more to life and relationships that transpire in small-town living. The dark circles around my eyes are obvious indications that this book has kept me up all night. Why, I couldn’t stop myself from flipping the pages. And while I got so used to Sparks’ usual style (you know, the somebody-ends up-in-North Carolina-and-falls-in-love pattern), in this one, he was able to present something new, or something I didn’t foresee right away, at least, not until it got noticeable in the end.

What I like about Sparks and his novels? Two things. One, it fortifies my certainty of wanting a simple life. That if I were to choose, I’d pick country living over city life, where I can have the joy of waking up to the sun rays passing through my window instead of towering walls. And two, he doesn’t rid of the fact that life can sometimes be rude, yet he always makes his characters be able to find the right reason to live the rest of their lives despite whatever they have gone through. That someway, somehow, everything is possible when Love exists.

Considering the smile that was formed when I put down the book, this undeniably adds to my list of favorites.  It’s an experience that I’m willing to go through again after a couple of months or so, perhaps.

It goes without saying that it’s a happy weekend! ^.^

PS

Hope the movie comes out as beautiful as the book. Here are some excerpts which I happened to like.

“Sitting between his kids, she noticed Alex struggling with his crumbling s’more, making a mess, and when he used his fingers to wipe his mouth, it made matters only worse. The kids found it hilarious, and Katie couldn’t help giggling as well, and she felt a sudden, unexpected surge of hope. Despite the tragedy they’d all gone through, this was what a loving family looked like; this, she thought, is what a loving family did when they were together. For them, it was nothing but an ordinary day on an ordinary weekend, but for her, there was something revelatory about the notion that wonderful moments like these existed. And that maybe, just maybe, it would be possible for her to experience similar days in the future.”

“He wondered not only about her past, but about all the other things he still didn’t know about her. He tried to imagine what kind of music she liked, or what she thought about first thing in the morning, or whether or not she’d ever attended a baseball game. He wondered whether she slept on her back or on her side and, if given the choice, whether she preferred a shower to a bath. The more he wondered, the more curious he became.

He wished she would trust him with the details of her past, not because he was under the illusion that he could somehow rescue her or felt that she even needed to be rescued, but because giving voice to the truth of her past meant opening the door to the future. It meant they would be able to have a real conversation.”

Alex: “You never answered my question about what you want to do with your life.”

Katie: Maybe my dreams aren’t that complicated. Maybe I think that a job is just a job.”

Alex: What does that mean?”

Katie: Maybe I don’t want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.”

Alex: “Okay, then who do you want to be?”

Katie: “Do you really want to know?”

Alex: “I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”

Katie: (She stopped and met his gaze.) “I’d like to be a wife and mother.”

Alex: “But I thought you said that you weren’t sure whether you wanted to have children.”

Katie: (She cocked her head, looking as beautiful as he’d ever seen.) “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Love doesn’t mean anything if you’re not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future.”

(Note: Excerpts from Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks)

Sayonara to Dream

to the moon, to the stars

to the waves, to the air

to the sky, to the clouds

to the song, to the dance

to the dream,

the  southern dream I’ve never seen.

 
by Keshia L.
(An old entry of mine. Written sometime between 2005-2009.)
 
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My Pick-up Line

Even while asleep,

I’m falling.

-Hypnic Jerk

 
by Keshia L.
(An old entry of mine. Written sometime between 2005-2009.)
 

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The Rhythm of the Night

Darkness fell.

 I had a glimpse of a soul

 dancing to the rhythm of the night.

 Seconds later,

 I heard the beat he’s moving.

 Lubdub…lubdub…

Then, I felt warmth,

felt frozen in time.

Lubdub…lubdub…

This time

my beat

Lubdub…lubdub…

as loud as his,

but enough to hear him breathe.

Those eyes

that put me in stillness

 …

Next thing I know,

I’m floating,

moving

to the rhythm of the night.

 Lubdub…lubdub…

 
by Keshia L.
(An old entry of mine. Written sometime between 2005-2009.)
 
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One’s Young Days

It was the rainy days of July you first smiled at me.
I wouldn’t have recognized you from the misty rain,
if not for that crooked smile I hate.
It was afternoon of November you first called my name.
Though it was not the sweetest of sounds,
how come my heart was beating like a drum?

 
by Keshia L.

(Just an old entry of mine. Written sometime during my freshman days in college. It has no title. Just pure expression of infatuation. I kinda like its rawishness. I’m capable of liking someone other than animes, after all. Ha-ha!)

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The First Day of Love Month

It’s the month of love love love! And I’m sharing here my notes from last year’s LOVE LIFE SERIES of our church. I will try to take down notes again of what we’ve got this year. Hopefully, this will give us new perspective, ways, layers and levels of how we define LOVE. Happy reading y’all!

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Who determines your value today? First, you have to understand your uniqueness, understand your sexuality, understand your value.

For Ladies. What would it take for a man to take you to bed? Flowers? Nice dinner? Flattering words? “I love you” is not enough. Two words. It has to be “I do.” If he can’t back it up with a ring, don’t even say “Yes.” Why? Because you are worth waiting for.

“Love desires to benefit others at the expense of self because love desires to give. Lust desires to benefit self at the expense of others because lust desires to get.” -Edwin Louise Cole

For Men. You are more than just a bunch of flesh together with testosterone. You are a spirit, soul and body. You are not a dog who when needs an itch, scratch.

You want to know why you are valuable? Because Somebody paid for you. You are broken apart, destined for damnation. But God, while we are still sinners, died for us; way before we started seeking Him.

No matter how you have damaged, have disassembled because of sin, your value remains the same, because of who you are and who He has created you to be. It’s not experience that determines who you are, it’s Who created you. That’s He who determines who you really are.

You are loved that God gave. God is so amazing! Jesus didn’t come to mend the broken pieces of your heart. He actually came to give you a new heart. That’s what He does. We love because He first loved us.

You are complete in Christ. You are not a doughnut with a hole that needs to be filled in with a munchkin.

Bavarian ka eh! YEAH!^_^

(Note: Adapted from Victory Podcast|Love Life Series|By Pastor Paolo Punzalan)