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| " Love steals your heart with promises that seem almost too good to be true, and then you discover that was exactly right. "
Erwin Ralphael McManus
This is exactly the kind of book I need. Words that are filled with meanings I could apply to almost everything in my life yet in the end, it is to remind me of God. Lame reasoning, but I guess I would consider this my devotions... for now.
I don't need all this right now. The situation doesn't matter, it's still stress.
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| Only one life to live in
We're trying our best to make it through
There're no mistakes just lessons
It's all about what they mean to you
No matter what you've gone through you can
Pick up the pieces move on with your life
We had to accept the wrong and try to make them right
It may be hard to look at yourself and see the truth
You've got to realize it takes time to become you
So just get to Movin' On
We're movin' on
We're movin' on
Living day by day by day everything must change
But in a way everything stays the same
Movin on
Take what you've been given
Gotta take a chance while we can
To find our place in our world
We had to understand the plan
Put the past behind you and
Pick up the pieces move on with your life
'Cause we had to accept the wrongs and try to make them right
You can look at yourself and see the truth
Realize it takes time to become you
We know we've changed
But we're still the same
Getting closer to what we're supposed to be
As life goes on you'll have your time
'Cause everything's meant to be
Movin' on
Movin' On, Backstreet Boys The bolded line reminds me of something I wrote on my wall... "the more you change, the more you remain.... insane" hehe. It's from over the hedge :)
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I wonder what it would be like to love someone, to be with them, but not have them... ? Because no matter how much they love you back, their heart is for someone else. Would I be content with the fact that I can love them openly and to know that they will receive it with open arms... but not return it?
Can I say that I'm comfortable with you now? I feel like I have let go more than I did before. I can't help that my heart hardens from time to time... but I'm making the effort to not think that way. I've stopped searching for the friendship we once had, but trying to embrace what we have right now. All of the things I once wanted to ask and know of you, will be trapped in the past. I'll let it go and slowly, I'll forget what it was all about. I wonder where this new friendship will take us...
http://www.insurancecouncilofbc.com/PublicWeb/SearchLicensee.aspx
and type in my name :) yay!
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| you know.... I miss my grams & gramps.
The one memory I have of her that's still stuck in my mind is when my friends used to call my house a lot.... she'd pick up and hang up. Haha, not the greatest memory of course but it really says something to me. Maybe all she wanted was to spend more time with me. Maybe she wanted to tell me stories... I remember the stories she'd used to tell me when I shared a room with her way back then... she'd be telling me as we were in bed and she would cry. Obviously, it wasn't like full out bawling, but there were sniffles. I miss coming home everyday and having an afterschool snack made by her. Even though there were often lots and lots of arguments between my mom and her... I'd feel sorry for her.
Even though I wasn't favored by my gramps... I think he still cared for each one of his grandkids. He wasn't all that active in my life... or, I wasn't too involed in his :( however you want to look at it. But he'd either be out in chinatown, or downstairs watching tv. Even so, I still miss his presence... I wish that I would've asked him more questions... and he would've opened up more. I miss seeing him at the bus stop everyday when I go to school and I say bye to him... oddly, it made my day just being able to catch him in places where I least expect him. Oh, and I remember when he used to pick me up from elementry... he'd wait outside everday. And if my brother and I wanted to play a while on the playground, he'd let us.
Maybe part of the reason why I love volunteering at the seniors home is because... it reminds me of my own grandparents. Even though I know it ain't true... it feels like I'm making up for the time I missed with them.
Hm, I got to spend time with my last grams before I regret even more...........!
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