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Why should anyone be afraid of dying? Life will hurt you, not Death.
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I have to say, you've such an amzing natural artistic talent. The photos are beautiful, and your poetry... needs to get published, it touches deep, if people would stop to understand.
Out of your firends, who do you think Luthiens' sire most closely resembles?
It makes me think of three types of faith... which are also forms of love...
religious faith in god, or the love of life and a trust in your fate. Similar to the faith a child has in a parent.
faith in yourself, trust in yourself to make the best decisions you can, and thus loving yourslef.
faith in another, or the love of another, and a faith in that love.
it is this last faith which I think is the one you are speaking to... for one's first love comes with true innocent faith... and a belief in that love being the one and only true... which to some degree it is, but only because once that love is lost... most never fully gain-back their faith in love... for obvious reasons.. they've seen love fail.
But it is also this very ideal... that perhaps that love was but a mirage, and the true form is greater and more beautiful, which leads us into more faith in our next love..
and that unfortunatley leads us to expect more and more from each person we meet, until hope has dried.
The ideal I try to live by ... is in seeing that I love nearly everyone I meet in different ways.. and no two of those meetings (even the passing of astranger) elicit the same love. I try to have love for all of life, and remain aware that no two moments in life are alike, thus one can never truely know what the next may bring, and love is the least predictable of them all.
Hey dalinar,
Thanks so much for visiting and commenting.
Firstly, in both the vampire poems, we're not talking about Luthien's Sire. Those are just independent poems. Luthien is just my pen name you could say, at the most an idealization of me.
The poems were written when a person who was a friend earlier just left without an explanation. It was hurtful, and he didn't have to leave like that. And he didn't even leave completely, and I kept being reminded of him. Originally the 'Through Time...' had an ending which said that she would wait for him [her Sire] evermore. But now I've moved on, and I recently realized that the end needs to be changed. It reminded me of the time when you told me that sometimes poems need to be changed and improved, and I said I like my poems just the way they were. Anyway, I think the poem is far better now.
None of my friends at present even remotely resembles The Sire, thank God for that. I think I've finally been blessed with lovely friends and a loving boyfriend after all those trials. Although the hurtful people don't go away, and I have to see some of them everyday, it becomes easier to know that at least you have someone loving, intelligent and reliable and secure to go back to.
You're right I was talking about the third, but I think I've found love, and even if it fails it doesn't mean that it isn't or wasn't love, it's just that the love faded for reasons. How the two people handle the ebbing love really makes all the difference. It can be made so much more bearable if people handled it right. It would be that saddest thing that if one kept getting hurt in love one's hope dies.
Your ideal is alright, if it works for you. I live by another. I can't call that feeling of companionship love. I just treat it as companionship, and am as good, kind and nice to everyone and help them as much as I can. If someone hurts me, then I just try to avoid them. Maybe I'm too dependent on the friends I have now, because people trying to hurt me doesn't pain so much anymore, cause I always have my friends to go back to and lean on. I get by with a little help from my friends[The Beatles song fits perfectly here] and whatever comes and/or goes, I handle it best I can with my thinking reasoning and feeling.
I don't regret the hurt I've been through. It's taught me a lot of things, and I'm glad for that. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Everything is all good now, and I couldn't have asked for more. I deal with each circumstance as best I can now.
Anyway. Thanks so much for the compliments. Do keep visiting.
Beautiful.
But what if the candle were alight, and there were more shadows?
I don't know. Think about it.
You know Ate that would be a really good idea but the problem is that cause I don't have a professional camera or lighting to work with, it becomes problematic technically. I'm using an ordinairy digi cam, and the pics don't come out that great if I don't use the flash, and flashes completely ruin all shadows. But hopefully someday. I really loved the idea, and it hasn't come out all that perfect, so yeah, I will improve whenever I can.
Hmm ... Tell me, even without the shadows, and, well, with the flash ... umm ... what if one lights the candle, and subsequently puts it out? There'd be this faint whiff of smoke ... would that look too bad, even with the light/flash/whatever?
I'm sorry, but for some unknown reason, I'm obsessed with this photograph. But somehow, when I look at it, there's this weird emptiness, that I keep trying to understand.
Incidentally, you may choose to ignore me when I become like this.
haha
Take care.
Hey, that's actually a good idea Ate. I'll try the whiff of smoke the next time I can get some lotus petals. I hope the snap'll come out right though. this one took quite a few to come this way..
And I don't mind you like this, it's just fine. It's actually quite good, so thanks.
i like ate's idea. it'll make a stunning snap.this one's really good. very pro looking, like a photo in a lifestyle magazine.
Thanks Fëanáro. I will be trying to implement Ate's idea. Just as soon as I can get lotus petals again.
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