Jayden.Tastic

You know….. I use to wake up every morning and ask myself, “god, why did u wake me? what is my purpose for being here?”… ive answered my own two questions..However, im now asking myself…what is wrong with me? why do i keep picking up the pieces? why do i give, love, and care soo much…to just be shut down?

Ive learned in life, that its not about pursuing happiness…Its about letting happiness find you. Ive learned that if u wait patiently, somehow, someway, happiness will come along its way..You have to create it..be given the chance to embrace it…You have to show that you can beat it, be it, and live in the moment for it. You have to know what you want, be who you want, and succeed at what you want…failing is never an option…for there are so many ways to succeed…

be the light that leads yourself…… to the place where you find peace. where you find love….where you know you will be happy and not broken…. be the strength that keeps you walking…. be the light to your own soul.. be your own purpose, your own everything…. I think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.

just remember:

 Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it…..

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away..

I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already ended, as a sort of rough draft for another? I think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life…

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that is has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now say that two being have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.