love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Love, No Thanks
This is one topic I absolutely hate yet here I am writing about it. Why, must you ask? Well, because I don't quite understand why people choose love in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I know love is a beautiful thing, but the new, so-called love is not good at all. It's just a bunch of lies; it holds no depth whatsoever. It's an empty word, and it's so sad how it's turned from something so beautiful to something so painful and ugly that everyone is afraid of it. I am awfully terrified of falling in love.
By LeAnn Murch4 years ago in Humans
The symphony of absence
She loved the old park at the edge of the town. Bushy dark green crowns of old trees, bringing shade and coolness on a hot summer day, narrow stone-paved winding paths, large and colorful flowerbeds – all these things were dear to the heart and filled her with joy. In the farthest corner of the park there was a small pond, overgrown with reeds and waterlilies. This part resembled the forest. And that`s why she loved it so much. Here she could always find the solitude and immerse deep into her thoughts and memories. It was their place: they met here, here they spent so many happy hours, enjoying each other`s company and here they said their goodbyes.
By Ana Frowley4 years ago in Humans
Everything You Need To Know About Twin Flame Relationships
From Plato's; The Symposium: "According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Humans
National Unrequited Love Day
August 6th, National Unrequited Love Day must be a thing because it showed up on my Outlook calendar today. After all, Microsoft is the authority on everything. Truth be told, it is not a real holiday which seems plain wrong. We have National Pancake Day, Ice Cream Day, Mustard Day, and yesterday was National Work Like a Dog Day, which while true enough for many of us, is inspired by the hard work of service dogs. First, do dogs care that they have instigated a national day? Second, I am baffled by the paradox. Are they lazing about living their "Dog's Life" or not? Yesterday was also National Underwear Day. Granted most of us either wear underwear or have once worn underwear, but arguably, most everyone has been on one side or the other of unrequited love. I postulate if we can have a National Wiggle Your Toes Day on August 6th, we cannot be so dismissive of a day of such emotional import as National Unrequited Love Day. So, I typed it into Google search, the other authority on all things, expecting to find that I was mistaken. That while August 6th is my Unrequited Love Day, there must be a national one awaiting my calendar correction. My search query decided that I was asking about National Rhode Island Day (October 5th for all you Roger Williams fans looking for religious freedom in an intolerant world). As the Rolling Stones so eloquently pointed out, “you don’t always get what you want, but you get what you need”. I wonder. So, I pondered why a day emblazoned on my calendar and in my conscious should get such short shrift. As an economist, I suspect it might be for lack of demand. The recipient of unwanted affection, let’s call her the victim, would place the holiday right up there beside National Car Crash Day or National Home Burglarized Day. She is sauntering along, relatively content, when someone happens by and falls in love with her. She neither needed it nor wanted it. There is not much she can do but discourage and persevere. Hardly an occasion to commemorate each year, besides what do you send your perpetrator on such a holiday? Perp seems so severe. As a perp, I propose the alternative term, besotted. Why besotted is preferable is that it captures the truth that the perp is often an unwilling participant as well. For me, I was reconciled in my personal life, not searching for love, and she walked into my office, all perfect, and proceeded to unknowingly seduce me for the next few months. It is instructive to reflect that besotted also means stupefied. So, yes, besotted seems just about right. In life, we all have wins and losses. For the besotted, rejected romantic advancements are most certainly a loss. It would be very un-American to have a day set aside to celebrate losses. We are a country of winners.
By Alexander J. Cameron4 years ago in Humans
How Long Should Grief Last?
[story written 3 years ago] Four years ago I lost a person. My person. A life together was gone. My life was gone. It wasn’t suddenly; we made our goodbyes (for that I’m very grateful). I remember our conversation vividly: sentence by sentence. One remained alive, pushing me forward, throughout the time: “be happy, my love” — he made me promise.
By Emma London4 years ago in Humans
Quest for Love
As the sun rises, Crystal could not help but recognize the boldness with which its colors were peeping through the rarity of tall, beautiful buildings- an unfocused mind could easily be distracted. Crystal was never a stranger to sunsets, but she was unfamiliar to how hopeful the fierce blend of orange and red felt against a fresh morning. As she took notice to the colors and how bold and loving they felt, Crystal could not ignore the strong conviction that love existed and change was possible. She knew then that her very own happiness no longer had to be fictional but could now become apart of her very vein-as with the freshly arranged bowl of bright red apples and papaya that she was enjoying as she become engrossed with her thoughts.
By Shantoya Skeene4 years ago in Humans
Marigold
The wind violently brushed through the branches of the trees which crashed against the edge of her bedroom window. It hadn't yet started to rain, but the clouds had begun to cluster turning the afternoon sky into a gloomy grey. The air was moist and the scent of rain paraded through the air. The dark and gloomy weather seemed to reflect her mood. She had somehow mustered the strength to rise today. She had mustered the strength to put on her mask of a smile, through the tears. She had mustered the strength to shower and dress herself, and as a bonus she socialized, all while considering it to be an accomplishment of the highest degree considering she hadn't done any of these things in a matter of days. She stood at the doorway of her room, frozen, and stared out of the half open window that she had left the crowd to close. The curtains flowed into the room with the wind. Pieces of the branches and bits of the leaves from the tree that banged against the window, left a debris scattered below the window ledge. Through the window, in the distance she could see the marigold flowers that seemingly mocked the mutual feeling of despair that she shared with the weather. She stared at the marigold flowers in the distance and they angered her. Their bright and cheerful petals stared back at her through the approach of a storm and they screamed and laughed the name of her dead lover as they whimsically swayed back and forth and side to side in the wind.
By Sabrina Taylor-Smith4 years ago in Humans
Where it ends to begin.
That’s the first thing I noticed. The color. As if it was a firefly in a dark room. This bright and rich golden, orange color means a lot to me. It reminds me of Autumn and it represents a new beginning and an end. I was born in October when nature catches on fire and the leaves become inflamed with orange, yellow and red; just before nature becomes dull, gray, and cold. October is both an exciting and a depressing moment since it reminds me of the years that are passing, while also pointing toward what’s to come, that’s exciting. Golden, orange color means all of this: the past and the future. Bearing both distress and hope.
By Rebecca Gauthier4 years ago in Humans
To Entropic Love
When we think of love: we think of sun light scattering thoughtfully through shutters; we think of the moon rising above mountain ranges and the clouds sharing its light with the sky; we think of it as whole, not partial, but solidified and undying. To know love, however, is to know that this is not it’s true form. A form that is no more a form at all than the shifting seasons. Love is limited, its beauty defined by its transience. To think of love: we should think of raging winds and crashing tides that together erode populated shores; we should think of two asteroids against all odds colliding in the vast nothingness of space, only to be sent hurtling apart once more; we should think of that beauty existing, not infinitely, but powerfully with finality in tow.
By Wade Villani4 years ago in Humans
My Yellow
It can be startling how lonely and empty a room can feel. It once felt full, a room of life and laughter as you sat and told stories. As we gathered around you in what was, we found, to be your last days on this earth. We would make jokes and play games and you would ask us about life, our jobs, our goals and constantly remind us we were worthwhile, and you were proud of us.
By Emily Riddick4 years ago in Humans
