Love is a Universal emotion, the goal we all seek, the prize that can make our lives complete and whole. Love is both timeless and, in too many instances, transient.
We all believe, if only because we must, that love can be found. Some of us - maybe most of us - have discovered it can also be lost.
Some Peoms for my friend,Hui Wen...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. Love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come:
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
Love does not come to an end.
Saying Goodbye |
| by Anthony West |
| So soft the brief touch of your lips on my cheek. Was I almost intruding? "Look after yourself " should have been "I love you!" Then the Jumbo flew over my head and I shouted my love above the roar and thundering thrust . . . as if you'd hear. Through the clouds in my eyes I watched you fly away and wished I'd been born with wings. |
From me to my dear Hui Wen...
Life is short... life is precious... life is amazing...
I realised that you can't have everything in life...
The more you want it, the lesser you will get.
Unless you really want to put in the extra mile to make it work...
Why do people complain about the quality of life when they could be just contented with whatever they have...
Why do people feel that they dun have enough when others are just trying to get a bowl of rice for survival...
Why do people always look into the mistakes of people when they know that they could jolly well look into the positive side of people..
Expectations change as you grow, demands increases and feelings rule the head most of the time.
But when you look back at all the mistakes you have committed, is it supposed to be a learning lesson and you move on greater, or do you pinch and stay on the mistake and keeps harping on them?
It seems that the former is a better choice.
Nobody is perfect and everybody loses their wisdom thinking and does foolish stuff when they are not thinking properly.
But deep down inside, do you lose yourself or did you lose to the rest of the world?
The world revolves around you and you can't just stay put over there...
Many cherish you...
Yes, do cherish the people around you because when you realise you can't have them in your life, that's when you regret the most.
When you wanna say something important to the person but have no chance to say at all...
When you say/do something wrong and can never revert the mistake...
When you see something going on so wrong but it is too late to stop it...
When you cherish something so much that you are unwilling to give it up...
Life is full of changes...
It is in your hands,
make it or fail it...
It depends on you alone...
No one person can ever experience all that life has to offer. It is only through sharing - experiences, feelings, insights - that we can hope to grow beyond our own meager lifetime. Are you ready to grow today?
Just remember that, you are not alone:)
Winter's Roads |
| by Ron Carnell |
| I cannot speak for all who stem 'Long roads less traveled as their way, Nor question choices made by them In days long past or nights long dim by words they spoke and did not say. Each road is long, though short it seems, And credence gives each road a name Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams Or choices turned to darkened dreams, To where each road wends just the same. From North to South, then back again, I followed birds like all the rest Escaping nature's snowy den On roads I've seen and places been, Forsaking roads that traveled West. This journey grows now to its end, As road reflections lined in chrome Give way to roads with greater bend And empty signs that still pretend They point the way to home sweet home. But all roads lead to where we go And where we go is where we've been, So home is just a word we know, That space in time most apropos For where we want to be again. For even home, it seems to me, Is still a choice we all must face From day to day and endlessly, To choose if home is going to be Another road - or just a place. |
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