Random Stirrings of The Mind.

Nobody like you, there's nobody like you I've never been so sure about anything   This isn't like me, what's going on?   And I've never been more aware of anything   But I know it's real 'cause every time Every time you're around me   I get everything tangled up inside me   And it's so hard to breathe   But I want you to know   Baby, you're the best part of me, yes, you are   The best,  I finally know   The best, wanna let it show   Baby, you're the best part of me   The best,  I finally know   The best, wanna let it show Wanna show you off, let me show you off   Gotta show you off, to the world   You're my heartbeat, to the world   You make my heart beat Wanna show you off, let me show you off   Gotta show you off to the world   You're my heartbeat, to the world   You make my heart beat   I'm only half of me without you here   Yo...

Most women often say," I just want someone to love me, to make me special, to make me the most important one in his life." No one seizes on these words and accuses women of being prima donnas or egomaniacs as Dr Eggerichs puts it in his book Love & Respect . Yet when a man says he needs to be respected, he is often labelled, especially in our culture, as arrogant. In the days of courtship, the woman may think that her suitor is motivated to ask her out and more so to be his partner because of her love. After all, love is what is motivating her. That huge love and admiration in her for her man. But more than she realizes, it is her unique and intimate admiration that wins her man's heart. The old saying puts it: "Every man does what he does for admiration of one woman." In courtship times, when he asked her out, she became that woman and he took it meekly and out of his own heart to gain that courage to express his feelings. He felt deep feelings of lo...

Men interpret criticism as contempt, and contempt is something men do not handle well. Ladies must grasp that their men aren't half as big and strong and impervious to being hurt as they might seem. A woman may envision herself as a sweet little dewdrop and her man as a big, strong bear who should be able to absorb any kind of punishment. One huge fellow was stunned by his beloved's outburst and attack and said to her,"You hate me." Frustrated, she replied,"When I scream 'I hate you,' you should know i don't mean it. You are 6'9"" and weigh 260 pounds, for goodness' sake. I do that because you can take it." The truth is, however, a lot of men can't take it. No matter how big they may be physically, emotionally they are vulnerable to what sounds like contempt. This means that, men need to feel respected during conflict more than they need to feel loved. This does not mean men do not need love. 

Love is indeed, an enthusiasm, and also an immortality. Such a treatise has, no doubt, been kept back by reluctance upon the part of profound thinkers to treat with dignity and soberness a sentiment so married, as they imagine, by association with guitars and perfumed envelopes and bouquets, and with adjectives and adverbs, but it is probable that our profound thinkers are as much over-dressed in their robes of dignity as our lovers are over-bedecked by their clothing and adjectives. The career of this disturbance, which is both a convalescence and a decline, a blush of health and pallor, a giant and an invalid, repeats the general theory of the new philosophy of development, for, in the barbaric races, love is as narrow and as humble as are the languages and the arts.

I dwell in possibility, Rumi lauds it out loud. A fairer house than prose, More numerous of windows, Gaps unheard of, Neither are cracks on the wall. Superior for doors. Of chambers as the cedars, Impregnable of eye. Thick and luscious of Sweet scent And for an everlasting roof, The gambrels of the sky. Captaincy of my own sail Of visitors, the fairest. For occupation, this: The spreading wide my narrow hands To gather paradise, And to Thank my good lord Eminent is his care... Thank you is my only word!

How do you teach someone to love? They sit before you: "I don't feel the way you do". "Of course not" you say "you have to learn to love… You knew it as a child and lost it like a toy,  broke it and threw it away. Lamentations has got the better of you It's in you hiding behind pain, spite, bitterness. Move out slowly from the depths of the shadows Placing one foot in the sand and then another. Take one step at a time. Do not expect him to be perfect And you'll reach the shore. She is also prone to err Place one foot in the water, then another Let the water wash away the tears and the accumulated pains. Let it hold you like a wave, Crashing the bitterness away. Do not expect perfection Letting the water embrace you slowly Look up into his eyes and see, he loves you." She holds you where no one has ever touched.

It hurts to love someone and not to be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never  find the courage to let that person know how you feel. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when  we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. Love is when you take away the feeling,  the passion and the romance in a relationship, and find out, you still care for that person. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means so much to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be. and you just have to let go. when the door of happiness closes another opens but often times we looked so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us The best kind of friend is the kind you can just, be with never say a word and then walk away feeling, like it was the best conversatio...