Ref's ~

There is a kind of love that some of us do not deserve, it is the best kind.    To me the best kind of love isn't in the big things, it isn't in a big wedding ceremony or an expensive ring.  The best kind of love isn't in the little things either...not in bouquets, or ice creams, or car rides, or letters.  The best kind of love is love that is tested.  The best kind of love is in the forgiveness that you give away, in the second chances that you offer, in the grace that you are so generous with.  And you don't owe people this kind of love.  And people don't owe you this kind of love.  So, if someone shows you this kind of love just know that it is LOVE, the best of its kind.  See, I'm not saying you have to accept people who mistreated you but what I want to convey is that, when I talk about how much God loves me, I don't talk about His blessings or His miracles, instead I talk about how He takes me back after I have hurt Him....

    "As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect."      Would you still love me if all the best parts of me are gone and all my favorite things become things I do not like anymore? Would you still love me if I was incapable of doing normal things? What if I lose all the qualities that make me human and I become something else entirely.. some creature of another species? What if I lose my ability to communicate? What if I become your fear and your reason for shame? What would happen then? Would you celebrate my death? Would you celebrate your freedom from me?        But what if I tell you I did not do this to myself? And how should I explain to you what happened when I don't even know how to explain it to myself?        " How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense"    -Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis , 1915

Tears taste like the ocean.  On the shore, its beauty leaves you breathless with a longing for the waters,  But the waves crashing on your sail will leave you gasping for air.  I've been living in the ocean; Some days I am 100ft under,  Some days the storms toss me around,  Some days I'm just floating on the surface watching the days go by,  Some days the water numbs me.  But I command patience with an uneasy sternness and hope with an undying voice, as I remind myself that there will be some days  when the light will hit the water just right, each drip, a prism, producing colours beyond my wildest imaginations  or the droplets will be gold dusts dancing on my face, and there will be days when the water won't be too cold nor too hot for my sensitivity, there will be days when I will have the faith to calm storms and the grace to dive into the deep. Such a day will come when I will forgive myself for setting sail and ragi...