“But every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.”
“It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
“You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.”
The world doesn’t owe you anything, you owe the world something. So stop daydreaming and start DOING. Develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Take full responsibility for your life – take control. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now.
It persisted as a riddle. Sometimes i’d think it must have been all a delusion, from start to finish a fantasy I cooked up in my head. Or maybe a very long realistic dream that somehow I’d mixed up with reality. But it did happen.
I woke up in a sunny afternoon, just past lunch. Opened the gates, and crossed the 6-meter carriageway. Across the street stood a picket fence, where you can see a vacant lot on the other side. In there a tree stood, and a hammock clings with sheer confidence, slowly swaying to the November breeze.From the top of this hill you can see the lakeshore, and the MagLev highway farther north.
“I really like you, Firefly. A lot. You know that already, right?”
“Yes. How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Firefly looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you. Maybe more, but not less.”
"But you know I kind of miss those days when we’re still getting to know each other."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, those days when I think you are still interested enough in me to peel out my every layer."
"But I still do! Why are you talking like that?"
"I don’t know. I just feel that there will really come a time when people get used to each other’s presence so much that they start to get bored — then things change."
"But i will not get bored. You’re just overthinking."
"I hope I am! See, this thing that I have, overthinking, can really do so much damage."
"Hey stop it."
“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. And it would really mean so much if you will tell me the things that you feel. It makes me feel much closer even if we’ll be far apart.”
"You are one clingy person."
“I guess so. I know I’m doing some terrible things to you, making demands and not giving you anything in return, saying whatever pops into my head, dragging you out and forcing you to go somewhere, but you’re the only one I can do stuff like that to! I’ve never been able to have my own way with anybody, not once in the years I’ve been alive. My father, my mother, they never paid the slightest attention to me, and my friends, well, most of them are just not that kind of people. You’re the only one I can say these things to. And now I’m really, really, really tired and I want to fall asleep listening to someone tell me how they feel and how their day went on and stuff. That’s all I want. And when I wake up, I’ll be full of energy and I’ll never make these kinds of selfish demands again.”
“Say, how much did you miss me?’
"Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,’ I said.”
Well to elaborate things more, I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I’ve got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the for work and arrived at the office. I tell myself, “OK, let’s make this day another good one.” I hadn’t noticed before, but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days. Probably mumbling to myself while I wind my spring.
I used to believe that love, in every sense of the word, was a light switch:
Something flicks on. We get an overwhelming sensation.
It hits us like a bag of bricks. Or a strong arrow.
When we know, we know. Right?
Not so much. After all these years, I don’t see love that way anymore. I’ve placed Cupid right next to Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.
Love is a series of choices. The first choice is based on many many factors, including chemistry, principles, logic, humor, intelligence, body type, where we are in our lives, what we want/need…
The list goes on and on and the weight of each factor varies depending on the individual. Based on these factors, we either choose to begin the process to love or not. If we decide to enter this process, the action of loving can bring “light switch” moments. The way he looks at us. How hard she makes us laugh. The notes he hides in our purse. The way she makes us feel when we don’t feel anything.
But like an airplane flight, there is turbulence. The fights. The disagreements. The little things that bother us. His OCD. Her shopping. We start wondering if we’ve made the right choice.
Once we are in doubt, we have to make another choice: to continue to fly with this person or jump out of the plane. This choice is based on a thousand other factors, again depending on the individual and where they are in their journey.
If we decide to jump, the scary free fall will either make us stronger (grow) or miserable (depressed). But sooner or later, we’ll find ourself back at the airport waiting to board another plane. Then we hit turbulence. Or maybe there is no turbulence. Maybe we’ve changed our mind about the destination. Either way, another choice: Fly or jump?
Love is making a choice every single day, to either love or not love. That’s it.
It’s that simple. Either to continue the process or not. We fall in and out of love. Even in relationships, especially in relationships. This doesn’t mean we don’t love the person. It means we are left with a choice. There is a difference between feeling love for someone (caring about a person) and loving someone (choosing to love that person). We may have love for someone forever, but that doesn’t mean we choose to love that person forever. The choice to love is not a feeling; it is an action.
That is why it is so difficult. It requires us to do something, and I’m not just talking about buying flowers. It might mean putting our wants aside and sacrificing career moves. Also, like chemistry, the ability to love is not a constant: It is a variable. It fluctuates, depending on where we’re at in our life and what we’re struggling with.
Sometimes it is easy to love. Sometimes it is extremely difficult. But at the end of the day, it’s always a choice.
Although love varies, it also deepens. This means the longer we stay on that flight and embark on the journey together, the more fruit the process will bear. Our investment pays off. Our choices become easier. We not only become stronger as a couple, but also as individuals, assuming the love process is healthy—which means we are both doing work. The choice to love creates opportunity to hit notes in life that we could never hit alone, and this is what makes our choice worth it.
So, how do you know if it’s love? That is not the question to ask. The question is: Do you choose to love this person or not? Right now. Not tomorrow. Today. Make a choice. Yes or no. If the answer is yes, love as hard as you can. Love with everything you’ve got (your capacity right now at this point in your life).
If the answer is no, then let the fall make you stronger.
Sabi nga nila “Kung kaya pa ipaglaban, baka mahal pa. Pero pag hindi na kaya ipaglaban, baka hindi na mahal.”