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Monday, April 25, 2005
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Bits & piece... from...
Paulo Coelho's
By The River Piedra I Sat Down & Wept.
At least I’ve explained how I feel, I thought. The love he was talking about only exists in fairytales.
In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.
Anything else is fantasy.
Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.
Love is a trap.
When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
There’s nothing deeper than love.
In fairytales, the Princesses kiss the frogs, and the frogs become Princes.
In real life, the Princesses kiss the Princes, and the Princes turn into frogs.
I knew he was going to turn my world upside down. My brain warned me, but my heart didn’t want to take its advice.
I’ve paid a considerable price for the little I have gained. I’ve been forced to deny myself many things I’ve wanted, to abandon so many roads that were open to me. I’ve sacrificed my dreams in the name of a larger dream --- a peaceful soul. I didn’t want to give up that peace.
The universe always helps us fight for our dreams, no matter how foolish they may be. Our dreams are our own, and only we can know the effort to keep them alive.
Happiness is something that multiplies when it is divided.
For years, I had fought against my heart, because I was afraid of sadness, suffering, and abandonment. But now I knew that true love was above all that and that it would be better to die than to fail to love.
I had thought that only others had the courage to love. But now I discovered that I too was capable of loving. Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.
May that love grow in me and in the man to whom it is dedicated.
Wait. This was the first lesson I had learned about love. The days drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behaviour in certain ways --- and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don’t know what to say. The ours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection.
I looked at the Other, there in one corner of the room --- fragile, exhausted, disillusioned. Controlling and enslaving what should really be free: her emotions. Trying to judge her future loves by the rules of her past suffering.
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And to save us.
I think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.
"A boy and a girl were insanely in love with each other. They decided to become engaged. And that’s when presents are always exchanged.
The poor boy --- his only worthwhile possession was a watch he’d inherited from his grandfather. Thinking about his sweetheart’s lovely hair, he decided to sell the watch in order to buy her a silver barrette.
The girl had no money herself to buy him a present. She went to the shop of the most successful merchant in the town and sold him her hair. With the money, she bought a gold watchband for her lover.
When they met on the day of the engagement party, she gave him the wristband for a watch he had sold, and he gave her the barrette for the hair she no longer had."
__________~*~SpRiNg * tAmZ~*~__________
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