She is someone I could never forget. She is someone whom I could be myself the most. One out of a thousand of my friends know much about me, and she is that one in a million. She cares a lot about me. She cares about my food, studies, my life, my friends and my family too. She never leaves me with my stomach empty. Could you just imagine how many pounds you would gain when you are always with her? Fortunately, my body is not that elastic.
Everyone thinks she is the man. But only a few of us knows what she really wanted in spite of her very open personality. Because of her open personality, everyone would willingly open up to her and feel secure with her but only a few understands the real Anne. They think they know too much of her, but no, they still never tried understanding her. There is more of her than her super friendly and approachable attitude. Both of us are being compared to each other on who is the more boyish between us but everyone would still say that she is more lady-like than I because of her heart. If she has the “pusong mammon”, I would have the “pusong bato”. Sounds tough.
I don’t know what has gotten into us that allowed us to be together. We never knew. It started on June 29, 2004. It was Juna’s birthday again, coincidentally; when she grabbed half the pack of that toblerone and ran away with it together with me. Partners in crime, are we not? We talked over delicate things while munching on that creamy, chocolatey chocolate bars. We never knew that food would be the start of everything and our world would revolve around food.
She is kind of weird in her choice of food. Here are her likes and dislikes. She:
Never eats something with ketchup
Always pour water on her rice not minding the temperature of the water. She could tolerate water temperature of 0 degrees Celsius.
Really likes Butterbean cookies that cost half of my life.
Prefers Sprite over Coca Cola
Never eats ngo hiong
Likes KFC Fun Shots
Never eats rats! (that would be weird if I would eat such)
Likes Cool Air
Would never leave home without breakfast (seems I am the weird one here because I always skip breakfast)
Never goes to a stargazing activity without Piknik
Waaaaaaaah! I cannot think of any particular weird thing about her anymore because there are too many of them!
Anyway, I love her for being the weird one to me. Weird in a sense that only both of us know. Our ideas on certain things may not go together but most of the time, we are on the same side. Music is one of the things where our minds seldom meet. She prefers R n B while I like alternative and rock better. But of course there are some songs that connect us both. We are of different religions but despite that we still are together. I guess the only key to this is respect.
Happy Birthday! This is my final blog. This is supposed to be posted on March 30, 2007.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
loneliness is not always next to oneliness
E.E. Cummings, a poet with a crazy mind. With his poems I have read (although I did not take time to understand most of them), his style in writing is very unconventional. He used the punctuations, the structure and positioning of the characters on the pages to express the idea of his poems. His construction of the lines even defies the correct English grammar. He started writing when he was still six. His first poem was dedicated to his father. Ever since then, his style in writing was never of the traditional way. One of these poems that is very symbolistic is Loneliness (A leaf falls). Many forums were put forth to talk about the poem of what message Cummings really want to reach us. I was so interested on their different views. There were many who presented views and I’ll just present to you what I think about their thoughts and formulate my own.
Now, let’s get this over with.
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
We can say that being lonely or loneliness doesn’t only refer to being alone or with no companion but it is the feeling of emptiness and isolation from the people around you. You can be lonely without being alone. For instance you attend a house party and the house is so crowded. Everyone except you is enjoying the party. You are not alone all those times but you feel so lonely and separated from them. Loneliness for me is the state of being in another dimension, whether or not you are with someone.
In the poem, we can see that the first and last letter “L” are alone, separated from the other characters in the poem. If we use courier new as our font style, which was frequently used in typewriters during his time, the character “1” looks the same as the small letter “l”. It could represent one and L at the same time. This could tell us that we are lonely if we are alone. If we would not consider the first “l” at the beginning of the poem, it could mean oneliness. According to the definition by the wikipedia.com, oneliness is the state of being one. With this definition, I think when you are in oneliness, you are with yourself and you are being yourself when you are alone. He just wanted to tell us something about loneliness and oneliness and how they are related.
Look at the first column of the poem. You can form the word fall and “soli” which could mean, in solitude, we may fall. That’s what I think. Solitude implies the choice of being alone which may not necessarily make you feel lonely. Probably you would be in the state of oneliness rather than in loneliness.
With the leaf that falls, I think the trend of the falling characters tells us something about the movement of the leaves when it falls. The whole structure of the poem is like the number one itself.
Now, let’s get this over with.
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
We can say that being lonely or loneliness doesn’t only refer to being alone or with no companion but it is the feeling of emptiness and isolation from the people around you. You can be lonely without being alone. For instance you attend a house party and the house is so crowded. Everyone except you is enjoying the party. You are not alone all those times but you feel so lonely and separated from them. Loneliness for me is the state of being in another dimension, whether or not you are with someone.
In the poem, we can see that the first and last letter “L” are alone, separated from the other characters in the poem. If we use courier new as our font style, which was frequently used in typewriters during his time, the character “1” looks the same as the small letter “l”. It could represent one and L at the same time. This could tell us that we are lonely if we are alone. If we would not consider the first “l” at the beginning of the poem, it could mean oneliness. According to the definition by the wikipedia.com, oneliness is the state of being one. With this definition, I think when you are in oneliness, you are with yourself and you are being yourself when you are alone. He just wanted to tell us something about loneliness and oneliness and how they are related.
Look at the first column of the poem. You can form the word fall and “soli” which could mean, in solitude, we may fall. That’s what I think. Solitude implies the choice of being alone which may not necessarily make you feel lonely. Probably you would be in the state of oneliness rather than in loneliness.
With the leaf that falls, I think the trend of the falling characters tells us something about the movement of the leaves when it falls. The whole structure of the poem is like the number one itself.
For YOU
This was a significant human experience which I wrote this last June 29, 2006 which I believe that day was Juna’s birthday, coincidentally.
It has been a month and a day since my first, at the same time, the ninth Annual Provincial Conference. This is one of the activities that made my summer worthwhile for the first time ever in my life. My usual summer is to just sleep, eat and watch TV at home and that summer, was the exact opposite. You may wonder why this event is the one I would want to share to you. Now, I’m going to tell you why.
There are many obstacles and realizations that I have learned even before this occurrence. First of which is that, “Where could I ever get money for this event?” I know my mom doesn’t have the money for this. With my allowance, I could never save much money from it within a short period of time. I am desperate to go there, so I prayed to Him and he gave me the best answer. He made me think of going to my brothers and sister and I succeeded. The corresponding realization to this is—“if there’s a will, there is a way.”
There are some competitions for the PYC. Gag shows, Battle of the Bands, A capela and the praise parade. Since the only competition which has available slots is only the praise parade, I have no choice but I just have to join this competition.
Praise parade is like a “Sinulog-type” competition. I was excited for this because for the first time, I joined a team competition which is not under the school. At this point, our second obstacle was—“How could we ever come up with this for just two weeks?”
Fortunately, three from the CNU dance troupe came to the rescue. They choreographed and added spices to our preliminary steps for the dance. We practiced every after Crash Course sessions in Mathematics. We even go home at about six in the afternoon just for this.
We were never thinking of winning this competition because we never knew what to expect and we think that it would be so impossible for us to be victorious. We saw the other teams’ costumes; they were really prepared for. All we knew is that, we are going to dance. Constant praying is the best weapon for this.
On the night of the show time, lights illuminated the battlefield, cheers and howls were what we could hear from the audience. It was like we are a team for a basketball game; it just gave us butterflies in our stomachs again. We were all nervous; we all felt like we were the team which is the least prepared. We can’t back off now, so we just gave ourselves an ultimate tip—smile and do your thing!
We gave our best shot but failed to win the competition. Normally, I would feel bad but, at that time, my smile never faded after that competition. After our show, with big drops of sweat on our faces, we all smiled (type 6!). It was so fulfilling for us. Our team mates greeted us with a surprise because they were so amazed of how we performed. they never expected it to happen.
Lord, after all our obstacles that You gave us, there are many things that could be learned from it. The praise was not just a competition after all, but it was just something to offer to You.
It has been a month and a day since my first, at the same time, the ninth Annual Provincial Conference. This is one of the activities that made my summer worthwhile for the first time ever in my life. My usual summer is to just sleep, eat and watch TV at home and that summer, was the exact opposite. You may wonder why this event is the one I would want to share to you. Now, I’m going to tell you why.
There are many obstacles and realizations that I have learned even before this occurrence. First of which is that, “Where could I ever get money for this event?” I know my mom doesn’t have the money for this. With my allowance, I could never save much money from it within a short period of time. I am desperate to go there, so I prayed to Him and he gave me the best answer. He made me think of going to my brothers and sister and I succeeded. The corresponding realization to this is—“if there’s a will, there is a way.”
There are some competitions for the PYC. Gag shows, Battle of the Bands, A capela and the praise parade. Since the only competition which has available slots is only the praise parade, I have no choice but I just have to join this competition.
Praise parade is like a “Sinulog-type” competition. I was excited for this because for the first time, I joined a team competition which is not under the school. At this point, our second obstacle was—“How could we ever come up with this for just two weeks?”
Fortunately, three from the CNU dance troupe came to the rescue. They choreographed and added spices to our preliminary steps for the dance. We practiced every after Crash Course sessions in Mathematics. We even go home at about six in the afternoon just for this.
We were never thinking of winning this competition because we never knew what to expect and we think that it would be so impossible for us to be victorious. We saw the other teams’ costumes; they were really prepared for. All we knew is that, we are going to dance. Constant praying is the best weapon for this.
On the night of the show time, lights illuminated the battlefield, cheers and howls were what we could hear from the audience. It was like we are a team for a basketball game; it just gave us butterflies in our stomachs again. We were all nervous; we all felt like we were the team which is the least prepared. We can’t back off now, so we just gave ourselves an ultimate tip—smile and do your thing!
We gave our best shot but failed to win the competition. Normally, I would feel bad but, at that time, my smile never faded after that competition. After our show, with big drops of sweat on our faces, we all smiled (type 6!). It was so fulfilling for us. Our team mates greeted us with a surprise because they were so amazed of how we performed. they never expected it to happen.
Lord, after all our obstacles that You gave us, there are many things that could be learned from it. The praise was not just a competition after all, but it was just something to offer to You.
Traces of Ink
(How I want to be Remembered...)
High School is the most memorable and fun thing most people experience in their lives. It is just sad to say that not everyone could have the chance to experience this. Maybe some would hate this stage because of the traumatic experiences in high school. It just depends, but normally, this is the best step where you start getting confused of who you are, what you want and who to trust but end knowing yourself better and mold yourself in preparation for us to be grown-ups.
Sometimes, we have mistaken ourselves as grown-ups but in reality we are still so immature. Most of the high school students think that high school is just for fun-fun-fun, breaking rules and falling in love. Well, I am just glad we can still say that UP high students are still normal since we also think this way. But there are many things that we think are more to life than these shallow things. There are just too many of them that I can’t name a thing.
Because of the bunch of activities and projects, here we showed ourselves* who we are; what talents we’ve got, our personality, our strengths and even our limitations. Let’s get particular here and let’s focus on me. If I were to fill up “Jo-Harris window”, here are the things that I would put forth in the everyone-knows and only-I-know portion.
I am a person of strong-will. I seldom fear failure because I believe failure is part of success. God plans and with His will, I shall have my happy ending. This would reveal that I believe and trust God but I am never the good girl. I am a daredevil, I know. Never want to let new opportunities pass and even seek for it.
Being a daredevil reveals something in me. “Being a daredevil” here comes with trying to do things which men think only they can do it. I’m not the girly type of girl, you know. It’s not that I have a split personality disorder or undergoing a gender crisis, but most of the time, I am boyish. I can’t do anything but be a girl for the rest of my life. My friends always get surprised and even think that it’s a miracle of me, wearing chic clothes like I was never a girl for once in my life.
Being a daredevil comes with confidence too. If you have enough confidence, you would believe in yourself that you can do anything. Confidence also comes with talent, because you would be more confident if you know how to do the things you need to do.
My confidence somehow led the wrong impression of my real me or maybe I just don’t like being known for my being artistic. Here in UP, my friends think that I am very good in art. Being artistic and creative is a very broad scope; I just don’t understand what is so artistic of me. All I know is that I enjoy drawing faces like in Japanime. I don’t even do it that much. I’m not that good in it. I have no particular talent. I just learn new things that why I pretty know a bit on many things. But I have no forte.
In this blog, I know you will know another new thing about me with the way I think. Whatever impression that is, I hope you will somehow figure out what I really wanted you to know about me.
*since sometimes we get surprised of what new discoveries in ourselves would reveal.
High School is the most memorable and fun thing most people experience in their lives. It is just sad to say that not everyone could have the chance to experience this. Maybe some would hate this stage because of the traumatic experiences in high school. It just depends, but normally, this is the best step where you start getting confused of who you are, what you want and who to trust but end knowing yourself better and mold yourself in preparation for us to be grown-ups.
Sometimes, we have mistaken ourselves as grown-ups but in reality we are still so immature. Most of the high school students think that high school is just for fun-fun-fun, breaking rules and falling in love. Well, I am just glad we can still say that UP high students are still normal since we also think this way. But there are many things that we think are more to life than these shallow things. There are just too many of them that I can’t name a thing.
Because of the bunch of activities and projects, here we showed ourselves* who we are; what talents we’ve got, our personality, our strengths and even our limitations. Let’s get particular here and let’s focus on me. If I were to fill up “Jo-Harris window”, here are the things that I would put forth in the everyone-knows and only-I-know portion.
I am a person of strong-will. I seldom fear failure because I believe failure is part of success. God plans and with His will, I shall have my happy ending. This would reveal that I believe and trust God but I am never the good girl. I am a daredevil, I know. Never want to let new opportunities pass and even seek for it.
Being a daredevil reveals something in me. “Being a daredevil” here comes with trying to do things which men think only they can do it. I’m not the girly type of girl, you know. It’s not that I have a split personality disorder or undergoing a gender crisis, but most of the time, I am boyish. I can’t do anything but be a girl for the rest of my life. My friends always get surprised and even think that it’s a miracle of me, wearing chic clothes like I was never a girl for once in my life.
Being a daredevil comes with confidence too. If you have enough confidence, you would believe in yourself that you can do anything. Confidence also comes with talent, because you would be more confident if you know how to do the things you need to do.
My confidence somehow led the wrong impression of my real me or maybe I just don’t like being known for my being artistic. Here in UP, my friends think that I am very good in art. Being artistic and creative is a very broad scope; I just don’t understand what is so artistic of me. All I know is that I enjoy drawing faces like in Japanime. I don’t even do it that much. I’m not that good in it. I have no particular talent. I just learn new things that why I pretty know a bit on many things. But I have no forte.
In this blog, I know you will know another new thing about me with the way I think. Whatever impression that is, I hope you will somehow figure out what I really wanted you to know about me.
*since sometimes we get surprised of what new discoveries in ourselves would reveal.
A Weapon
(The Look)
This blog requirement is a tough one. This is because I’m not that food in interpreting poems. Anyway, as what I’ve learned in our poetry class, a poem would have a different approach on different readers because of the different experiences of the readers on poetry. We have various outlooks in life and so this would affect how we look on things like on poetry.
The look is the most powerful weapon one could have that would make cupid work and strike an arrow to someone. This is what I have understood in the two 4-line stanza poem. The persona here have many admirers here, I believe—Strephon, Robin and Colin. If I could make a story out of this poem, this would go like this:
Strephon was in love with the persona only during the springtime. Maybe she liked him too; maybe she didn’t like him at all. But as the poem says, “Strephon kissed me in the spring”, this may imply that she had allowed him to kiss her which may also mean that she liked him too. Maybe they were together for some time only, specifically during the spring. I think that the “in the” could make the line mean something else; I just don’t know what it is.
Here comes Robin who made his move on the persona during the fall. They were together only for the whole duration of fall. A kiss would be quite a great move to touch someone’s heart, not for me, but for someone like the persona in the poem. The persona may have fallen for Robin for quite some time too.
Maybe there was somebody who loved the girl during the summer only and winter too. The days have past, the seasons have changed but I think there was this somebody who has always been there waiting for her through those times even though the girl has changed boyfriends through the four seasons of loneliness. And Colin is now on the scene. He may be her friend ever since. But, he never expressed his feelings for the girl. On the other side of the story, even though Colin never did anything or he just didn’t fall for her, but she is just struck every time he would look at her, may it be with something or not. Even though she has a boyfriend, she was unconscious that she liked him more than who she is with. Confusing, huh? Maybe this was the time when she wrote this poem, when she was in a confusing stage.
On the second stanza, she is evaluating and weighing things. With this, she realized that she liked Strephon and Robin because of their caresses, we could just imagine the touch which could come with the kisses. Only Colin’s look is what it takes to move the persona.
On the more negative side of things, I could say that Colin is a stalker when she said, “but the kiss in Colin’s eyes haunts me day and night.” This may terrify the girl because of the malicious look of Colin on her. Even though she has a boyfriend, Colin would never give up on her which totally disturbs her. It reminds me of the song “Hunger” by Faspitch.
A powerful weapon of love and hate—the look.
This blog requirement is a tough one. This is because I’m not that food in interpreting poems. Anyway, as what I’ve learned in our poetry class, a poem would have a different approach on different readers because of the different experiences of the readers on poetry. We have various outlooks in life and so this would affect how we look on things like on poetry.
The look is the most powerful weapon one could have that would make cupid work and strike an arrow to someone. This is what I have understood in the two 4-line stanza poem. The persona here have many admirers here, I believe—Strephon, Robin and Colin. If I could make a story out of this poem, this would go like this:
Strephon was in love with the persona only during the springtime. Maybe she liked him too; maybe she didn’t like him at all. But as the poem says, “Strephon kissed me in the spring”, this may imply that she had allowed him to kiss her which may also mean that she liked him too. Maybe they were together for some time only, specifically during the spring. I think that the “in the” could make the line mean something else; I just don’t know what it is.
Here comes Robin who made his move on the persona during the fall. They were together only for the whole duration of fall. A kiss would be quite a great move to touch someone’s heart, not for me, but for someone like the persona in the poem. The persona may have fallen for Robin for quite some time too.
Maybe there was somebody who loved the girl during the summer only and winter too. The days have past, the seasons have changed but I think there was this somebody who has always been there waiting for her through those times even though the girl has changed boyfriends through the four seasons of loneliness. And Colin is now on the scene. He may be her friend ever since. But, he never expressed his feelings for the girl. On the other side of the story, even though Colin never did anything or he just didn’t fall for her, but she is just struck every time he would look at her, may it be with something or not. Even though she has a boyfriend, she was unconscious that she liked him more than who she is with. Confusing, huh? Maybe this was the time when she wrote this poem, when she was in a confusing stage.
On the second stanza, she is evaluating and weighing things. With this, she realized that she liked Strephon and Robin because of their caresses, we could just imagine the touch which could come with the kisses. Only Colin’s look is what it takes to move the persona.
On the more negative side of things, I could say that Colin is a stalker when she said, “but the kiss in Colin’s eyes haunts me day and night.” This may terrify the girl because of the malicious look of Colin on her. Even though she has a boyfriend, Colin would never give up on her which totally disturbs her. It reminds me of the song “Hunger” by Faspitch.
A powerful weapon of love and hate—the look.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
My Birth from My Third Family
I have three families: my biological family, my beloved school and my YFC family. I am glad that I belong to these three. They love me so much that is why I love them too.
I am a Youth for Christ since the first day of October, two years ago. I was overjoyed when it occurred to me. I couldn't wait for the succeeding activities we would have after that youth camp (that's how we became members of the YFC).
It was two weeks before the periodical test when the event was held, so i didn't have time to to attend prayer meetings, assemblies and other activities. Since i was still a “baby YFC” then (a term used to refer new members), i still don't have much friends that i could go with and i still felt that i don't exist at those times.
This family is just like a typical biological family. I have my brothers and sisters or the other YFC members and even parents—our titos and titas from the Couple's for Christ. They are always there to guide you. Luckily, one of my “parents” is just always in school for me—Tita Belle.
Tita Belle and Tito Alvin is the couple coordinator for our Chapter so she knows what is up in YFC. They tell us what's the buzz and empower us to continue to serve God.
One of the summer activities we had (Well, not really summer for us UP students since we are still busy that time), was when the Seniors '06 had their youth camp instead of having a formal retreat in the Boy Scout Camp last April. We are always glad and willing to serve God in this little way with this camp. So, with no second thoughts, we said yes to the call. This was my first time to serve for the camp.
We served as “prayer warriors” for this camp. We always pray for the success and safety of our camp. Aside from this, we really worked as an all-around servants, that is, to wash the dishes, run errands and attend to the needs of the participants or the Seniors.
In a camp, we have praise and worship, reflections and personal prayers. Fun is also one of the principles of YFC; games were never absent. Fellowship and teamwork are always essential for the success of this camp; so we have to make friends with the “ate's and kuya's”. the feeling of belongingness is what you will get from this. I felt so close to God this time with the help of my friends. They inspire to serve Him more.
There were many things that God made me realize with that camp. It taught me to be patient for those who are apathetic; that although youth camps can happen several times in my life, new experiences and lessons are always there. After that significant camp, I am always eager to serve God more. We, together with my brothers and sisters in Christ, attended household prayer meetings, sectoral assemblies, the 9th Provincial Youth Conference and the Gawad Kalinga Freedom Build last June 12, which made my Independence Day a significant one.
That camp was my way of serving God in a fun and challenging way.
I am a Youth for Christ since the first day of October, two years ago. I was overjoyed when it occurred to me. I couldn't wait for the succeeding activities we would have after that youth camp (that's how we became members of the YFC).
It was two weeks before the periodical test when the event was held, so i didn't have time to to attend prayer meetings, assemblies and other activities. Since i was still a “baby YFC” then (a term used to refer new members), i still don't have much friends that i could go with and i still felt that i don't exist at those times.
This family is just like a typical biological family. I have my brothers and sisters or the other YFC members and even parents—our titos and titas from the Couple's for Christ. They are always there to guide you. Luckily, one of my “parents” is just always in school for me—Tita Belle.
Tita Belle and Tito Alvin is the couple coordinator for our Chapter so she knows what is up in YFC. They tell us what's the buzz and empower us to continue to serve God.
One of the summer activities we had (Well, not really summer for us UP students since we are still busy that time), was when the Seniors '06 had their youth camp instead of having a formal retreat in the Boy Scout Camp last April. We are always glad and willing to serve God in this little way with this camp. So, with no second thoughts, we said yes to the call. This was my first time to serve for the camp.
We served as “prayer warriors” for this camp. We always pray for the success and safety of our camp. Aside from this, we really worked as an all-around servants, that is, to wash the dishes, run errands and attend to the needs of the participants or the Seniors.
In a camp, we have praise and worship, reflections and personal prayers. Fun is also one of the principles of YFC; games were never absent. Fellowship and teamwork are always essential for the success of this camp; so we have to make friends with the “ate's and kuya's”. the feeling of belongingness is what you will get from this. I felt so close to God this time with the help of my friends. They inspire to serve Him more.
There were many things that God made me realize with that camp. It taught me to be patient for those who are apathetic; that although youth camps can happen several times in my life, new experiences and lessons are always there. After that significant camp, I am always eager to serve God more. We, together with my brothers and sisters in Christ, attended household prayer meetings, sectoral assemblies, the 9th Provincial Youth Conference and the Gawad Kalinga Freedom Build last June 12, which made my Independence Day a significant one.
That camp was my way of serving God in a fun and challenging way.
Love: An Act of Will?
“Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection or profound oneness. In colloquial use, according to polled opinion, the most favored definitions of love involve altruism, selflessness, friendship, union, family, and bonding or connecting with another” (wikipedia.com).
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, 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, and always perseveres.” (I Corinthians 13 verses 4-8)
There are many definitions of love as what a person can perceive of it. Maybe I have the same definition of what love is with other people in the world. For me, you love someone when you seek to change someone for the better or you seek to change yourself for the better for that someone whom you love.
In my previous blog, I said that, “Love is in a relationship where both parties give and take. It is unselfish.” I would further express my ideas about what I think of this topic. Let us consider the statement below.
“To love is to choose. Love is an action. Not just a feeling.” (Someone from yahoo answers)
Pertinent to the first sentence, I disagree. For me, when you love, your conscious mind never gets to choose whom you would love. I don’t know a scientific explanation to this but your heart would just beat for someone when you can never figure out what you really love about him or her (talking about romantic love). It is an act of the heart and also not just a feeling.
I still disagree to its first sentence when we talk about the love for your family. You don’t choose whether to love them or not. We have no choice, not because it is my will or it is my obligation to love them back, but it is because my heart tells me to do so. Suppose your parents were so irresponsible that they almost neglect you and you hate them so much because of this. Then, one day, they would die in a car crash. You would still end up crying upon their graves regretting. Why? We don’t know. Love is so hard to explain. It is not loving because of will.
Love is an action of seeking betterment for each other. When you love, you sacrifice much for the one you love, not to the point of making yourself a martyr but just doing good things to the beneficiary of your love. You may sacrifice things that you like the most just to show you affection and make your relationship better. This applies to any kind of love.
Okay, I admit, I am really confused of the parameters here but I hope somehow you get my own point of view from this blogpost. To continue…
Love is an act of heart. This is my stand. When you already love a person, you do things that could make you both better by your will to show and express your love for each other.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, 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, and always perseveres.” (I Corinthians 13 verses 4-8)
There are many definitions of love as what a person can perceive of it. Maybe I have the same definition of what love is with other people in the world. For me, you love someone when you seek to change someone for the better or you seek to change yourself for the better for that someone whom you love.
In my previous blog, I said that, “Love is in a relationship where both parties give and take. It is unselfish.” I would further express my ideas about what I think of this topic. Let us consider the statement below.
“To love is to choose. Love is an action. Not just a feeling.” (Someone from yahoo answers)
Pertinent to the first sentence, I disagree. For me, when you love, your conscious mind never gets to choose whom you would love. I don’t know a scientific explanation to this but your heart would just beat for someone when you can never figure out what you really love about him or her (talking about romantic love). It is an act of the heart and also not just a feeling.
I still disagree to its first sentence when we talk about the love for your family. You don’t choose whether to love them or not. We have no choice, not because it is my will or it is my obligation to love them back, but it is because my heart tells me to do so. Suppose your parents were so irresponsible that they almost neglect you and you hate them so much because of this. Then, one day, they would die in a car crash. You would still end up crying upon their graves regretting. Why? We don’t know. Love is so hard to explain. It is not loving because of will.
Love is an action of seeking betterment for each other. When you love, you sacrifice much for the one you love, not to the point of making yourself a martyr but just doing good things to the beneficiary of your love. You may sacrifice things that you like the most just to show you affection and make your relationship better. This applies to any kind of love.
Okay, I admit, I am really confused of the parameters here but I hope somehow you get my own point of view from this blogpost. To continue…
Love is an act of heart. This is my stand. When you already love a person, you do things that could make you both better by your will to show and express your love for each other.
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