You Only Live Once? Lets test it out.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Love cannot be defined. I pity the fool that defines love.
Who want's something that can be defined? not me. Who wants to be of the norm? Not me. Who wants to be typical? No I. Who wants everything to be perfect and have to go through a life with no strife? Not me. I like complaining. I like being able to cry about things that will not concern in in months or years. I love that angst you get when somethings goes wrong. I love that feeling you get when you think the one you "love" doesn't love you back. I like that timid feeling you get in your heart when Mr/Mrs Lovah man has yet to text you nor try to call you in 24 hours. I LOVE THAT. That gives me a drive. Not only to do better but to also gain the confidence I need to evacuate that situation. I love it because it makes me stronger. It makes me feel like that woman I looked at when I was younger. My mother. My Madre. You can wish for your perfect relationships. Your perfect marriages. Perfect friendships. But I like drama. That passionate drama. That drama to keep the passion alive. That silly drama. Does that deem me undateable? Unfriendable? if so. Let it be. But the world is unfair. Your life is never perfect. These little situations you cry about now is just like a training bra. Training you to overcome something more incredible vicious, more vile. So you know what to do. So I'm proud to say. I like drama. I don't thrive on it nor do I chase drama. But when drama catches me believe that I will go into that situation with triumph on my mind. And overcome it like AMEN.
Merry Christmas.
Lute xoxo
Merry Christmas.
Lute xoxo
Friday, December 16, 2011
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)