Bob Marley on how to love a woman
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
- Bob Marley
Robin: If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing.
Ted: What’s that?
Robin: Timing. But timing’s a bitch.I don’t think that watching TV is evil. Like most things, I think it’s fine in moderation. My favorite thing about watching a show is when I can totally relate to an episode,…
my friend is a genius. i swear…
Everyday, I will say to my child, “I love you.” And I will mean it unconditionally and show it.
Acts of love are best displayed through action.
“Let yourself be human” …Words that shout out at me more than anything I’ve heard in the longest time (technically read). Under the context of feeling the need to be in control and in the face of uncertainty when there is none, “letting yourself be human” is the roaring tsunami that crashes over my soul.
So far, I’ve been working myself to the bone. Dedicating my heart into working and focusing on success. I have convinced myself that my success is a measure of my worth and of my right to an existence. Self-judgement has paralyzed me into a crippling mess and with the expectation that others would hold the same criticism that I’ve subjected myself to.
I’ve taken the reigns of my life I’ve been under the illusion that I’ve taken full control over my life. To that, I’ve made the grave mistake. Under the pressure that I’ve afflicted to myself, I’ve become ignorant and boastful of being a person that is, in reality, flawed.
To wrap this together and how it grew into my mind, I draw from the lyrics of Steven Curtis Chapman:
“And the pain falls like a curtain
On the things I once called certain
And I have to say the words I fear the most
I don’t know
And the questions without answers
Come and paralyze the dancer
So I stand here on the stage afraid to move
Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must
On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust
God is God and I am not
I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting
God is God and I am man
So I’ll never understand it all
For only God is God”
Let yourself be human, and let God be God.
(Thanks, AK)