Don’t you find it weird that after you've been hurt by someone, you begin hating the habit, but before you know it, you are already doing the same thing to others? ...
It is definitely true that we tend to do the things that have been done to us in the past. We do it not specifically, but rather significantly. Why? Simply because the deep wound caused by this painful experience has not healed yet, and think about it... This is a picture within a bigger picture.
We pass on the pain to somebody else because we haven't learned to forgive yet. Again, we hurt because we have not forgiven. And hatred empowers us, because love is being supressed.
The cycle just keeps on going until somebody puts a stop to it. Our pain has now become everybody’s pain. It will be hard, but the stop has to begin with us, but in order to do so, we should start by forgiving the one who hurt us... and everything else after that will fall into place.
Let’s not surround ourselves with huge walls. There’s more to life than the pain we feel. Learn to forgive and forget, because forgiving will not only heal our wounds and set us free from misery, but it will also open probably not a door yet, but a window for happiness to come in…
Love and hate, what is the difference? As the famous line says, “there’s a thin line between love and hate.” True. A lover can be a hater, a hater can be a lover.. and what’s worse is falling for someone you swore to never fall for…
What is the true meaning of being in love?
to be in love is to discover the beautiful things in life -
to be in love is to confuse night with days -
to be in love is to walk with wings by the world -
to be in love is to live with a naked heart -
to be in love is to ignore the time and its measurement -
to be in love is to contemplate the life from above -
to be in love is to descry the smallest star in the sky -
to be in love is to see the sea with trees and roses -
to be in love is to listen to your voice within -
and most of all.. to be in love is not being able to define what love is, at all…
sometimes, loving could be so painful, yet it is the simplest way why we find ourselves smiling..
makes sense?
WHATEVER! >:( this is plain bull, I tell you. so I crumpled this piece of paper and threw it in the trash. Get over it, it’s been forever. There’s no such thing as love, it doesn’t exist…anymore.
So, how do I start this? Ohh. Okay, let me introduce myself.. the name’s Madeleine Iris Martin. Iris for short. You can call me Madeleine if you want, I’d careless. 20 years old. I’m an only child, raised by single mother, born here in L.A., pure Filipina. Raised as Filipina, acts like a Filipina? Sometimes. Do I speak tagalog? OPO! Do I understand it? OO NAMAN! My Mom talks to me this way, not all the time, though.. only when she’s really mad, which would be.. uhmm… always? Okay, so she talks to me in this language all the time. What can I do? I’m that special. ::)
My mom and I maintain a close relationship. – not! We’re like cats and dogs, I hate her, she hates me, she loves me, I love her. Simple as that. We get along alright, but for some strange reason, we show love for each other in a very odd way. My mom is self-employed, meaning, she works for her own business. a big business, that is, with many branches all over the continent, and one branch just recently opened in the east side of the world. My mom’s one of those stingy, tight, workaholic kind of people. She’s very controlling, as she has always been, but never to me.
