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| This past fourth of July has got me thinking. Not that that's an unnatural occurrence, but bear with me. America, or the colonies, declared their independence on paper addressed to the King of England on July 4, 1776. However, they were still locked in battle with the British Empire for the next 5 years until England surrendered after the Battle of Yorktown in 1781, I forget the actual date.
This prompts me to wonder why we celebrate America's Independence on the day of Declaration (that date in 1776), rather than the day of Acquisition (that date in 1781). It's kind of funny don't you think.
Random Trivia Fact: Our Independence Day in is called Filipino-American Friendship Day in the Philippines.
Well this kind of leads me to my next question. Does this same kind of celebration apply to couples? For example, if we are to relate the first date to the Declaration of Independence, and the wedding date to the end of the Battle of Yorktown, then the couple obviously celebrates their wedding date more than their first date. Or do they?
Their Wedding Date is obviously more important than their first date. But doesn't that day also hold a level of meaning to them as well. It begs us to wonder which day is really more important, the day we said it to ourselves? Or the day we said it [to] everyone else?
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| i have learned in the past few months
to never give up
never surrender
sometimes you never know what going to happen, so you should always stick it out. if you have a noble intent, then u will be rewarded justly. i never knew i can find motivation in the simplest things. i never knew i could find inspiration around the corner. sometimes i wait for the purple font. sometimes i check and hope its the =). im glad im happy and content, and in a good place again.
thank you,
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| 1. Cut a hole in a box.
2. Put your junk in that box.
3. Have her open the box.
man if it were only that easy
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| The fear lives within us all. The fear of failure and success all at the same time. With only 2 outcomes for every single juncture of our lives, how can we go on with that notion living in our heads.
She walked away from what was the happiest day of her life. Sure it was awkward at first, but she grew cozier and warmer in his arms. She let him run his hands through her hair, and whisper in her ears. He held her hand in the crisp winter air, and never let go.
He insisted on bringing her home through the train, but she declined. She wanted some time alone with her thoughts as she walked to the end of the block, where her train station was. It was dark, yet festive with all the Christmas lights around. She breathed out the cold air, her grey breath still visible in the ambient darkness. She approached the train station and thought back to the day they first met. She knew she had fallen, but how could she hide her obvious attraction to him. She spent many hours by his side like a schoolyard girl. Uncontrollably giggling at even his dumbest jokes. Those long talks under the beautiful night sky didn't help either. They'd walk back to her place in the quiet. He was always the most gentlemen-like of all the guys. They just talk into the night, with him finding ways just to touch her, or tickle her, or hold her hand when no one was looking. She never knew what hit her, when she found her love for him begin to grow. She wanted to detach herself, she didn't like what was becoming of herself. She was always so strong, and here she was falling for someone who she thought might be the one. She tried many times to talk herself out of it. She even tried to thoroughly convince her friends into thinking that he wasn't right for her. She found fault in all the wrong places. Made up reasons not to fall further. But something like that can't be helped. She's glad she fell. And got on the train, and slipped into a peaceful sleep
He got on the train, and fell asleep from the length of the day. He was tired. He woke up halfway to his stop. The train had stopped in between stops, was experiencing delays. Great, he thought to himself, "I still have work in the morning." He looked at his wallet, he was shorter by about $60. He thought nothing of it, and slipped back into his sleep. The train finally made it to his stop, and he walked outside. The first thing he felt was the cold sting of the wind. It bit his neck like the hungriest vampire, and he quickly wrapped his scarf around his neck. As he trodded in the cold, he smiled as he thought about today. Even the slight thought of her turned him on, and he smiled a larger smile. He thoroughly enjoyed spending time with her today, trying to teach her how to ice skate. He found himself running out of patience at times, but thought about how he felt about her, and decided to tough it out. He was mainly mad at the other people, why so many had to be there to ruin their date. Frankly he was glad it ended soon, as he wanted a quiet environment where it could just be the two of them. He found that chance at dinner, which he spent most of holding her hand. He barely had anything to eat, trying to be thrifty on cash. The real meat of the date came from the walk they had. They just walked endlessly around the city. Talking under the night sky, like how they first met each other. He felt that things got too complicated too fast. He waited all this time, he wasn't about to lose her that fast. He never know how she felt until she said yes to his proposition for a date. Maybe he tried to hard he thought.
She woke up at the wrong stop. Again. What's wrong with her, she keeps sleeping past her stops, this is the 3rd time this week. She sits in silence, as the train begins to go backwards toward her stop. She couldnt help but think that the situation she's in, she's only reminded of her friend who wrote these love stories. She remembered that he didn't write anymore, that he had no inspiration. She wondered how that could be, when inspiration exists everywhere you look. Even the ground is inspiration for a story.
What she doesn't understand is that when all around you, the world is crumbling, that nothing feels right anymore. Not even writing a story, one that makes you feel warm and cozy inside, will make it right again. Sometimes we'll end up lonely in this world. When even our best won't work. We'll doubt ourselves, that maybe it's our fault, that we have to change. But why? The world accepts us for who we are, why can't we? Finding love becomes so hard, when its a theory of a perfect love. The perception of perfection is distorted among the discourse in our mind. Love is not about the perfect person in all the imperfect ways, its about the imperfect person in all the perfect ways.
He grew tired in his bed. He grew restless, he wanted to see her. Whether it was lust or love in his heart, something inside him died from lack of seeing her. Deep down he know that whatever was making him feel this way, that he liked. He grew up with the notion of love, and taking care of your woman. He was ready to do that will all his heart and soul. He'd die for this girl. His hands grew cold, he needed her.
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| I have a confession to make. It never ends.
He looked at the clock and realized it was just way too late. It was almost 2 in the morning and here he was, still doing work at the office. He labored endlessly for hours trying to get his presentation together, but nothing was clicking in his head. He looked out the window, a fantastic view of midtown manhattan. Useless he said, useless and dull at this hour. He clicked at his keyboard, but nothing. He needed a break, before he snapped. He got out of his chair, and walked out of the office. He left the lights on, and took his keys and his phone. And his jacket, he remembered it was a little nippy outside. He took the elevator down to the street floor. 21 floors of loneliness. The elevator dinged and opened up to the marble lobby floor of his office building. He waved to Dmirtri the night shift guard and said that he was only going to take a walk outside. Crazy workaholic, Dmitri mumbled under his breath, but still flashed him the widest smile. He stepped out the door and headed right around the block. He wasn't sure where to go, but he knows he wanted a break. He looked for the nearest newstand, bought a pack of cigarettes. Haven't had one of these in a while he thought to himself. He opened the pack and blazed the end. He let that first inhale last as long as possible. This was the break he had been waiting for the last 5 hours. He circled the block once more, hoping to find some kind of solace in the dark night, but it wasn't coming. The full bright moon shone on him guiding the way. He exhaled the airy smoke into the night air, letting the coldness touch his face.
He wasn't sure how long he was going to take on his presentation tonight. It wasn't even due the next morning, but he didn't want to work for hte next week or so. He wanted to spend it with his family. Or even just with his wife. He hadn't seen her face in so long. Well he went home to her every night. But he misses when they were going out, just the two of them, before everything got so complicated. Before life began its final endless cycle. He even missed staring into her eyes when it was just the two of them in the bedroom under the sheets. They hadn't had fun in a long time. He missed the times when he would hold her in his arms, at the end of a date and neither of them wanted the night to end. When he would take her hand into his and lead her into so many unknowns. When he'd look deep into her eyes, and kissed her, and mean it. His two little boys are growing up so much faster now. They're only 4 and 2, but they're really getting so much bigger. He remembers those days like it was yesterday. His wife pregnant, rushing to the hospital at 3 in the morning, only to find out it was a false alarm.
He thinks he grew up too fast. In college he was never the wild party boy. He was under so much pressure, from his parents, from himself, to keep up his scholarship. Alot of paid out well, since he has a good paying job now. He was the resposibl one in the dorm. The designated driver. The social drinker and smoker only. By the time he go to that memory he was already done with his second cigarette. He was around the block and by his office building's entrance again. He decided what he was going to do tonight. He said hello again to Dmitri, who let him upstairs. When he got upstairs he took all his stuff, saved his work, and turned off all the lights. He went back downstairs and headed in his car. He drove home as fast as he can. Easy at 3 in the morning. He pulled into his driveway and was more than happy to be home. He snuck inside as quiet as he could without waking anyone. He went to his son's rooms and saw them sleeping so peacefully. A smile lit on his face, when it looked like one of his sons rolled over, opened his eyes, then closed them really quick, forcing them shut. He went to his and his wife's bedroom. He got under the sheets and hugged her from behind. She was sound asleep, but knew her husband was there. He wanted to be in that position again. To be holding his sweetheart as tight as possible. He didn't live life so much, everything tended to happen around him quickly. His mind flashed back to their first date, when he simply hugged her at the end because he didn't know if a first kiss was ok yet. He wrapped his arms around her, whispered in her ear and she smiled. He had found the right way.
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