There's no such thing as second chances, there's only the opportunity to make the same mistake twice...unless its a musical phrase, I don't like to repeat myself...or my mistakes...not saying I don't, just that I don't like to...
I do try to help other people...it's part of the Bodhisattva code. Sometimes though, you can give all the advice you want, and a person will still refuse to take it...
You can lead a horse to water, but you cant make them drink, as the saying goes...
The only complications to love are the ones we create...I may or may not have met "The One"...so what if I did? Simply put, if its an impossible situation, then it can't possibly be the one.
"The one" would recognize me for what I am, and not test and weigh me as if I were a pound of beef at the market. Or place me on hold like I was a difficult customer service call and they've only five minutes till the end of their shift...
Some say love is but self-delusion, Nature and the heart in collusion. And while that's a part of the pic, More there is to make this charge stick. We believe we're destined to find The One, the other half, how blind. Soulmates are but a pipe dream, We are immersed in our own little scheme. No one to save us, no hero or damsel, Another fable, Gretel and Hansel. Alone we're here, alone we'll stay, It is what it is, till dying day.
Smoke your pipe, and believe what you like, But leave me the hell out of your hallucination. I'm alone, with the seeds I have sown, And my garden has grown a bit weedy. With imposters, and lawyers, and little Tom Sawyers, And women who bat their eyes, blush and blink, But reveal naught to me about what they really think.
On the shores of the Seas of Loneliness, A light burns forth into the fog. A blazing message to solitary ships passing, Here lie the treacherous cliffs of Unrequited love.
Who tends this signal fire, a wizard, robed, Casting this warning for others, serving his time. His lonely heart yearns for another locale, For to love, and not to be loved, is torture. Still, he is trapped on these cliffs, eternally, And yearning begs the question of his crime. What sad misery had he committed when time Was but a new egg in the mind of God?
His magic fading with each passing day, He'll die on these cliffs, good riddance, they say. On the shores of the Seas of Loneliness, He'll fade into myths and legends, And no longer with the world be remiss,
Galactic_bodhi Forum Posts (9,196)
RE: Have you ever been in love before...
Yep. Like someone shoved a knitting needle into my chest when it was discovered that I was the only one feeling it...Still can't get the knitting needle out, either...