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1. Try everything twice. On one woman's tombstone she said she wanted this epitaph: "Tried everything twice, loved it both times!" 2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. (Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches!) 3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.. Never let the brain get idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! 4. Enjoy the simple things. 5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER. 6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive. 7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge. 8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. 9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is. 10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. I love you, my special friend. 11.. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance. Remember! Lost time can never be found. Remember that the universe works in perfect order and, therefore, right now your life is unfolding exactly as it is meant to be. I guess the bad moments in life help you to appreciate the good ones. So I'll struggle through this rough patch and come out a better person. [melissa anderson] Love the people who treat you right, forget the ones that don't and believe that everything happens for a reason. if you get a chance, take it. if it changes your life, let it. nobody said it'd be easy, they just promised it'd be worth it. It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love. Don't lose someone you love though, over your pride. ([ Stick with your entree and get over your sides ]) [fabolous] this isn't a perfect world. people do get hurt. you smile when you feel like crying: you act like you're okay when you're falling apart inside. you try to let go.... you try to move on, because there's nothing else you can do. You have taken advantage of my vulnerability dear (you hell's minion), and your sharp words and feigned indifference have left me in distress for too long a time. In my desperate search for you I have unknowingly and unwittingly lost myself to the pathetic point of breaking down. I know how deplorable I must have been, maddeningly shouting and crying and begging at you on countless phone calls; but I’ve long regretted those mad acts though sadly they couldn’t be undone. I’ve made a complete fool of myself, trying to pin down a person more of a fool than I am, and though embarrassing it may sound, I could say, unabashed, that I did it all for love. But lately I’ve come face to face with the dead end of this madness. After all I have realized that I am responsible for fueling my own misery, by granting power to the pain you have caused me. You can’t destroy me any further, all because I’m not letting you. I’m done with this terrible grief. You are a horrible, horrible person, and that exactly is the reason why I now choose not to be associated with you anymore. I’m quite glad though, for all those nights I have bawled my eyes off to sleep, as I’ve given myself a time to vent with my frustrations and absorb all that’s happening in lethargy but in sheer complexity. I stayed true to myself, I have stated the pain as fact rather than fiction, but I tried hard not to be engulfed by it. I cried when I felt like I wanted to, I reminisced what we had, and I pondered hard about where have we gone wrong… and I let go. How do you mend a broken heart? that I have long asked myself and everyone else who had the tolerance to ponder incessantly on that intricate, much inquired of, question. It doesn’t have a blatant answer though, but it just happens. It just heals. I have given myself enough time to heal, and though the scars may fade, they will never vanish. I’m cutting off this string that once bound and constricted both of our hearts, and perhaps, our very own souls. I could only wish you were just a stranger I could disengage. But the spite and apathy I have endured have taught me how to make you invisible to my own world, not just turn you into a mere stranger. Farewell, you horrible person. I'm not saying I don't want you, cause believe me I do. I'm just not going to chase after you. But it doesn't feel right holding someone else's hand. Together on phone lines and living at two opposite ends. But it scares me to think that you could find takers other than me and better than me. I regret nothing. I do what my heart tells me to do. Everything you're chasing, seems to leave you empty. To become whole, first let yourself be broken. It is not important, the quantity of time you have, to show your love. But it is important, the quality of time you give, to show your love. Post a comment in response: |
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