Love is…

1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love is patient, but love is not love without consent

Love is kind, but love does not leave one blind

It does not envy, it’s infatuation that fuels that frenzy

It does not boast, it’s quick to communicate gratitude at most

It is not proud, though it’s appreciation in silence is still loud

It does not dishonor others, joy for one should never cause pain in another

It is not self-seeking, that selfishness cloaked as desire is not the same thing

It is not easily angered, and love like that for oneself or others in endangered

It keeps no record of wrongs, it fights the will to bring past transgressions along

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth which is why it never ages in its youth

It always protects, even if the choice is one with which it objects

Always hopes, though the future looks bleak it still holds strong to the rope

Always preserves with understanding that  love like this you build, even when you don’t deserve

One Thank You to rule them all

This is a quick and dirty post.

Today is my 25th birthday and I’m so happy… legitimately if you haven’t gotten the hint by how many times I’ve flaunted it over the last few post.  (Sorry, not sorry)

Anyway, through this whole journey of truly understanding and learning what it is to enjoy life I’ve realized I’ve made HUGE mistake in my declining gratitude to God both privately and publicly.

Before I continue to say anything that will mean anything it’s important that I thank God for myself and for others so I as well as any readers know that any and everything I have been able to create has ONLY been by Him.

He’s given me the mind to think these thoughts,t o formulate these words, to feel these things, to manage these feelings.  Not only that but on top of that He’s given me freedom in how I use it.

I say “God is good” and I mean it but sometimes I have to dig deeper.  God didn’t just create me and sprinkle some talent to write and some will to do it on top.  He took His time and He made sure every experience, every opportunity, every hurt, every joy came my way and then encouraged me to process them.  Then he let me live long enough make those things matter.  To see them as a gift and then give them away again to everyone  who’s willing to receive them.

This whole enlightenment period of my life is so much. More than many people will ever experience it but it’s all in vain and I am so foolish if I don’t attribute it ALL to God.

First I am His, then He’s given me the freedom to be my own.  Only my God let’s me be, wants me to be, tells me to be, created me to be… ME

Becoming me

I think some people become who they are because they surrendered

They eventually forfeited every battle they entered

But others, it’s because they rose to the challenge to be who they’ve become

Battles lost but a war won

‘s not to say they’re strangers to a brief status of submission

They didn’t give their bones a chance to get comfortable in that position

It was a short-term resignation that they decided they no longer give

A resolution that this was not a lifestyle they choose to live

Sometimes the clash is delicate and elegant

More often, it’s raw and the beauty of it all is irrelevant

Not every win looks like a victory

But it always looks like I’m winning in becoming me

Burden of Happiness

A great obstacle to happiness is to expect too much happiness. ~Bernard de Fontenelle

Just thoughts today.  The pursuit of happiness and how it looks for people has been on my mind lately.  Everyday recently I’ve found myself genuinely happy and at peace and it’s odd because when I have that realization day by day, I almost always doubt it.  I question the validity behind it because I “shouldn’t” be happy based on what I’m supposed to have and who I’m supposed to be in order to achieve happiness.

I find myself being embarrassed to admit it out of fear that someone will ask me why and that I won’t have an answer that satisfies them. AND THEN I third guess myself (Is that real? Third guessing? whatever) asking, why do I feel the need to prove that it’s acceptable for me to be happy? Why do I feel like I have to jump through more hoops to get something I already have?

My being happy doesn’t mean I’m always smiling. Though that’s a normal outward expression of how I feel, it isn’t a requirement…. EEEEEE this is not intended to turn into a rant.  My main point is that there is no prerequisite for happiness nor is there a burden of proof.  You’re happy because you are or you’re not happy because you aren’t.  There is no other valid reason that fits in either of those categories.

Thawed

The heat is coming soon

When it feels less like midnight and more like noon

Promoting the helpful illusion of invincibility

When freedom seems like a good probability

Yes, you make it through the winter and you feel competent

But the cold does much to remind us that nature is dominant

But the sun, the warmth, brings forth the bloom

To come out of hiding and give your soul some wiggle room

Our essence that we’ve kept bundled up fights its way out again

Uncertainty becomes a little less foe and a little more friend

Spring, Summer; that’s when you think you’re gonna fall in love

Something about it gives your courage a little shove

That’s when you think you’re going to finally take that chance

And maybe give it permission not to work out it advance

That’s when you decide your plans can wait

And you follow your dreams instead as the bait

The rain, the wind, and the snow locks us up tight

But the rays of the sun invites you to venture out into the light

Seeing each breath as it leaves your mouth reminds you they’re limited

But feeling the sweat leave you reminds you that losing count is permitted

So don’t shed that extra layer just yet

Just remember that summer is coming to collect the debt

 

 

Because We Do

Though this post is addressed specifically to writers, it’s meant for any and everyone.
I received an email this morning from Creative Writing Now with quotes about what it is to be a writer.  How it’s not a career, a paycheck, not necessarily even an audience that makes you a writer.  Though it should never be an “us vs. them” mentality, we do have a way of thinking, feeling, and expressing that’s all our own and to stray from that hurts because it really is a part of who you are, not just a hobby or an outlet.  It’s a vein; an artery that will bleed when severed.
I just wanted to share these quotes with you and encourage you to appreciate that part of who you are.  To understand that it is important to do what you love, but even more important, to stay committed to what you need to do.  To speak simply because the words need to be said. To understand that it’s a gift if others hear it, but to even have a voice to speak at all is a gift all by itself.
So, if you have a blog that has no followers: say what you need to say.  If you have a blog that have a million followers: say that you need to say.  It’s not about who reads your words.  YOU read your words. YOU need to hear it as much as YOU need to say it.
Anyway, that’s my piece.  ON TO THE QUOTES!!!!
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.” 
– Stephen King
 
“The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” 
– Kurt Vonnegut
 
“Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself… It’s a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.” 
– Harper Lee
 
“Why am I compelled to write? . . . Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it…”
– Gloria E. Anzaldúa
 
“Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for me it is conscious living.”
– Anne Morrow Lindbergh
 
“Writing is the only thing that when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”
– Gloria Steinem
 
“Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.” 
– Neil Gaiman

Love Lyric

I’m gonna write this love song and have someone else sing it to you

I think it’ll be a better presentation of my intention if I do

I’ll make sure her voice reflects the fire behind of your eyes

And thatit’s as strong as you and I

That she’ll hit notes as high as you make me feel

Her talent must somewhat rival your appeal

The melody will have to be just right

To mimic how well we fit together at night

In sync on every single key

Mirroring how you are with me

Her air will have to be flawless too

Because I can’t help but love how yours envelopes you

She’s allowed to embellish a little bit

Add a little accelerant once the flame is lit

Not quite sure how I want her to dress

Pristine is a little too polished when we’re such a mess

A Capella I think, no need to cover up perfection

Just as we can bare it all to one another without fear of rejection

The words come from my mind but leave her lips

The interpretation hers, but she’s reading from my script

Every single syllable I wrote

You being the inspiration behind every note