Thursday, September 13, 2007

the power of holding hands

I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand. They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the water's edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal passages. Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand. I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me. Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle. I realized that they had taught me an important lesson. All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spent so much time and energy creating, are built on sand. Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh.

"When I lost you. I was the one who loved you most,
but between us you lost more...
For someday I can love someone the way I loved you...
But you will never be loved again the way that I did."

*** this was taken from another blog ... just wanted to share it with you guys. Below is a poem I made before when I was brokenhearted back in high school.

I wanted to see you
But when I looked
You weren't there.

I wanted to hold you
But when I reached out
You weren't there
I wanted to speak to you
But when I was talking
You weren't there

I wanted to kiss you
But when I attempted
You weren't there

I wanted to love you
But when I tried to
You were never there.

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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."

Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!