Do you know what it feels like to be kissed in the rain?
1.1.08
personal legend manuscript?
(I found these between pages of my tattered Warrior of the Light copy. Added for good measure!)
They say that the older we get, the quicker we move through life. To some extent, I believe this is true. As I move into the wilderness that is Londra, where the pace of life is much quicker than what I am accustomed to, I still think that it is healthier to have time to stop and smell the flowers. Such an impassioned statement from someone who hasn't explored life, love and the lot-- not in its brimming fullness, at least.
Ah big words, signorina!!
Alone in Londra... wasn't it true that sometime in my not-so-distant past, I've wondered what it was like to be alone. (Well, now I am revelling in it!!!)
I am alone now. For once, I am as single as they come.
And I realize now that although it does not make me a sinner, it certainly doesn't make me a saint.
Life is truly what I make it. And I make it out to be uncertain and unexplored, but brimming with so much possibilities! Maybe it is my ideals and values (and my emotional baggage the size of Scotland) that makes me scared to commit...too afraid that I will give too much and leave myself for dead...again. At the end of the journey, one must make like a dog and mark her boundaries (haha). Till then, I am going to flit from flower to flower and see what of life I missed when I was committed to someone.
Who was it that said, above all, to yourself be true? And it is true.
Despite all that I've seen, I choose to believe in love. Let it fluorish. To remember never to go with the throng who may be wrong. Because only when you are alone that you are enlightened.
In the meantime, discover the world. Traverse boundaries.
Love yourself. And, don't lose heart. Believe in fate-- remain foolishly idealistic!!!
x
They say that the older we get, the quicker we move through life. To some extent, I believe this is true. As I move into the wilderness that is Londra, where the pace of life is much quicker than what I am accustomed to, I still think that it is healthier to have time to stop and smell the flowers. Such an impassioned statement from someone who hasn't explored life, love and the lot-- not in its brimming fullness, at least.
Ah big words, signorina!!
Alone in Londra... wasn't it true that sometime in my not-so-distant past, I've wondered what it was like to be alone. (Well, now I am revelling in it!!!)
I am alone now. For once, I am as single as they come.
And I realize now that although it does not make me a sinner, it certainly doesn't make me a saint.
Life is truly what I make it. And I make it out to be uncertain and unexplored, but brimming with so much possibilities! Maybe it is my ideals and values (and my emotional baggage the size of Scotland) that makes me scared to commit...too afraid that I will give too much and leave myself for dead...again. At the end of the journey, one must make like a dog and mark her boundaries (haha). Till then, I am going to flit from flower to flower and see what of life I missed when I was committed to someone.
Who was it that said, above all, to yourself be true? And it is true.
Despite all that I've seen, I choose to believe in love. Let it fluorish. To remember never to go with the throng who may be wrong. Because only when you are alone that you are enlightened.
In the meantime, discover the world. Traverse boundaries.
Love yourself. And, don't lose heart. Believe in fate-- remain foolishly idealistic!!!
x
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