Meaningful Stealings
Not my own post, but something someone wrote and it connects to what I am feeling.
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"The opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference."
I can't remember when or where I came across this. It was a long time ago but it stuck.
How quickly love flips into anger. How unpredictably, love splinters into a hundred sharp edges.
How agonising, that the one you loved who loved you in return, becomes an opponent in a tug of war spliced with pride, hurt, blame, guilt, unkind words, sleepless nights and troubled days.
I used to think love is all about tenderness. Of affection and harmony. I also believed that hate and anger had no place in a relationship.
Not anymore.
So go on. Have your say. Feel the depths of your wrath. Know how deeply someone has reached inside you. Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want. Don't feel you have to suppress your emotions even if they're 'wrong'. But just like with freedom and democracy comes responsibility, so too, in love. You bear the consequences of how you decide to behave or what you say.
As much as love grows, it is also forged.
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"The opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference."
I can't remember when or where I came across this. It was a long time ago but it stuck.
How quickly love flips into anger. How unpredictably, love splinters into a hundred sharp edges.
How agonising, that the one you loved who loved you in return, becomes an opponent in a tug of war spliced with pride, hurt, blame, guilt, unkind words, sleepless nights and troubled days.
I used to think love is all about tenderness. Of affection and harmony. I also believed that hate and anger had no place in a relationship.
Not anymore.
So go on. Have your say. Feel the depths of your wrath. Know how deeply someone has reached inside you. Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want. Don't feel you have to suppress your emotions even if they're 'wrong'. But just like with freedom and democracy comes responsibility, so too, in love. You bear the consequences of how you decide to behave or what you say.
As much as love grows, it is also forged.
posted by BeeNuts @ 6:18 PM
3 Comments:
At 6:15 PM,
Anonymous said…
I totally disagree!
Opposite of love is hate.
If you say opposite of love is indifference,
its like saying the
opposite of handsome guy is a normal looking guy!
Love is an extreme feeling.
Indifference is not.
At 1:11 PM,
Anonymous said…
this is a really meaningful article. one of the most useful n deep-felt article i've come across. whether we like what he/she wrote, how she wrote it, but admittedly, they're all so true. its only a matter of whether we embrace the truth n face it.
thks for sharing with us this great article bee...
no matter what may happen, or what happens, you noe i love you. i'll always be here...
muaks (to the power of infinity),
milkpig
At 1:50 PM,
Anonymous said…
hey girl, this is with regards to the NUTS story. i figured that if i post this under the NUTS tory, you wouldnt get to see it, cuz who'd scroll so far back again??
aniwaes, although seasons may come n go, but remember to learn to embrace what the new season brings. it may not bring with it fresh-bloomed roses, neither will it bring tall strong trees with dark green leaves. But regardless of what season may come, how bad the weather may hit you, the big guy above have created a wonder in this little world. Something which others simply step on n carry on with their lives. Something which no one will even stoop down n bother to give it more than a glance. However, it is strong. Regardless of the weather, the season, the climate, it is there. It will always be there. And it is a strong tough one, yet weak as its own kind. It's the weed, the morning glory.
A morning glory cant survive by itself, yet again it can. It only need something to cling on, to advance further up towards the sunlight, to survive amongst the wilderness, to fight for nutrients that it needs. But even without the big strong trees it needs to climb onto, it can also climb onto anything else n everything else in its arena. There's the fence, the gates, the walls. It strong, yet vulnerable.
Do not be afraid to be weak, yet do not afraid be to too strong. Every single living and non living thing in this little round globe has its strengths and weaknesses. The rose may look beautiful, but it has its thorns. The lion may look fierce, but it will never eat its own cubs.
Everything needs a balance. Too much strength sometimes makes you feel that you just want to be weak for a while. To feel pampered by others. To want to feel need by others. Yet, when you're feeling weak at times, you just want to be able to pull yourself up. You do not want others to lend a helping hand. You believe in yourself.
All in all, i just want to let you know that no one, not a single person, not even your mum or my dad, is perfect. The word perfect is overrated. What is perfect? Who practices perfectionism? Only those who don't believe in themselves. only those who believes that the way around life is to keep pleasing others and forgot how to sit down, take a sip of earl grey n just simply relax without doing or thinking of anything. Because these are the people who will never be satisfied with life, with what life brings for them, with what they achieved. They will only want for more, until the day on their deathbed, with the last dying breath, do they realise the beauty of life, of being oneself, without the need to keep striving for more and more, without ever reaching their never-ending goals.
Be who you want to be.
You're a great person, more than great, cuz there's not really a word in the English Oxford dictionary that can describe what you are to mi, what kind of a person you are. Simply because I don't want to judge you as what kind of a person you are, or want to be. You are you, and i embrace you. Not what you do.
"Feel the need for others, feel the need for yourself"
milkpig
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