"It is said that bridges connect one shore to the other. But it is not only this what they connect. Other bridges connect one heart to the other. These bridges are called "love"."
(Image I took of the Golden Gate Bridge, with a quote from someone I once knew.)
Sometimes we break at the wrong times. It may be from many things--especially pressure; pressure whether anyone would see tomorrow, an exam, family, life, consequences, love, our careers, and minor things. But we are all much stronger than we think.
When someone is hurting, you stop all time and space--make the entire universe pause and step up to the problem with your soul. Reach your hands out. It is a real small world, getting from one place to another is just a matter of hours.
Running for all the wrong reasons, and trying to find your way back is where you may find yourself. It is alright, really, no one is perfect. In fact, I recall something someone once said:
Perfection of the imperfection
"That name matched completely with what I think. I am not perfect at all, as I don't think perfection exists in this world. There can be good things, or adequate or inadequate. But not perfect, as it is impossible to cover all situations, or to not to have things we need to learn.
As I am not perfect, I cannot ask anyone else for perfection.
So, ... here comes that I accept imperfections.
And then comes love:
It is beautiful to love other's "perfections", or nice things. But that's not all. There are these imperfections. Love really comes, when even these imperfections are loved. We all have parts in our personalities, that we don't like so much. That we might like to improve. Quite probably, these are our imperfections. There's nothing more beautiful than the help of another to overcome them with Love.
Lots of love.
And it is here, in this effort for love, where perfection comes, as there is really one perfect thing: love,... perfection of the imperfection. Thanks to our imperfections, we fight more for love, finding it really deep. And finding the meaning of 'forever'."
Indeed, beautiful words.
And you see, there is a heart here, it may be flawed, but the bridge is still intact. It is easy, just walk over to the other side and step in. The door is open and the light is on.
... it is indeed, your light.
Yesterday does not matter. Today is what is important.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 7:27 PM