religion can give you hope!

Do you believe in love? Believe in something you can’t see, touch or smell? But you can feel it, experience it. It brings you great pain or it will bring you amazing pleasure. You can’t hold in your hands, the only place for it is in your heart. It is so widely accepted to believe in love, yet so hard to believe in G-d. You may not be able to see him in our life but just like love you can let him into your heart or not. People will do almost anything for love, to have it, to hold onto it; yet some people will put more energy into disproving G-d then they would need to just accept him. Spend hours creating situations to disprove the existence of him yet spend hours searching for love. We are willing to put so much trust into another person, yet not g-d. Some things I will never understand.

When you pick a flower it’s bound to die

Why do we pick the flowers in our lives? The flowers, the small unnecessary beauty in our lives. We pick them from the Earth; we take them to study, to analyze. We must understand its place in our lives. Why this small beauty, this glimmer of peace has the strength to grown in our lives. What we don’t realize is once we pick the beauty, it already has started to die. It cannot grow any more; it has no roots left in your life. You’ve picked at it to understand it and in return you’ve lost it. We kill beauty with our search for knowledge. We must give it a purpose, a reason, a beginning. We try to bend it to work for us, not with us. Wild flowers grow where they will; planted flowers never get to grow freely. Eventually we will pick all the flowers, and what we are left with are the weeds. The ugly, vicious, terrifying weeds because who would ever want to learn why they grow, where they come from, how to start and stop their lives? When you pick a flower it’s bound to die, when you ignore a weed it’s bound to flourish.

things aren't always as they seem

“You’d ruin him”
Those words ran through her head. She always knew what kind of profile she gave off but never realized how wrong it truly was. Did people really think she couldn’t be hurt? Couldn’t fall in love? Couldn’t get her heart broken? It’s weird, is it true? No, it wasn’t. Hers was always the heart broken. She was the one to lose sleep because of the tears. She couldn’t be blamed for not believing in love, it’s a hard concept. She has tried but she has always been hurt and now she is being told that she is the one who hurts others, how so? She is the one to fall too fast too hard.