Plurk Post >> Define True Love?!?

ok.

i will not pretend to be a love guru or something. nor act as if i have the perfect true love in my life. as a disclaimer, i am having everyone to be aware that anything you read here is entirely MY opinion on the matter and any violent reactions and/or bitter responses will obviously be overlooked to the sense of almost ignored. so you might as well realize that you cannot do anything about it.

lets get back to business. true love. define.

i believe this discussion started with the song 'Captured' which in my point of view is a rather good song. not on top of my playlist since i only heard it yesterday, but the story was quite ok.

it was, as they say, a little shifted to the 'ideal' love story. being 'captured' to that one person and loving him to last a happy ever after. and that it can only happen in the movies.

since i am bound to my own opinion, i both agree and disagree.

i do know that every girl in the entire world have, in one way or another, whipped up their ideal man, relationship and love affair. and i do know that it is not healthy to be living in the midst of unneccesary likeness to the ideals.

but love in its truest sense is ideal.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

with this in mind, i can say that love endures time. endures all hardships. all trials. all boulders of life. and love resides in happiness, contentment and peace.

and anybody who says otherwise is either not in the right state of mind or just havent found that one true love.

its just that love is not always about romance, and candlelight dinners. it cannot be measured by how men understand the complexity of women, nor the ability to be always at the right place at the right time.

love is being able to sit down together, not talk and yet be comfortable.
love is being able to see his faults as often as you see yours. then make up for it.
love is being able to say sorry and forgive as well.
love is being able to be yourself and be one with him all at the same time.
love is being able to listen with your heart.
love is being able to trust blindly.

i do not say that being in love with someone is always being up in cloud nine. and i do not promise that it will not hurt. and i myself do not claim that i have the best in life.

i remember i was once confused with this love definition because of these quotes:

If you love someone, you have to love him without expecting anything in return.
and
Love is give and take.
The first quote is one way. the second, a two-way love. so which is true?

Instead of being entirely mystified, i made my own quote:
love is give and receive.

so in one way, you love without expecting anything back and if the one you love, loves you as well, he will do the same thing. so you receive.

and maybe the reason why people stopped believing in true love is because they keep on waiting to receive the same amount of love they give. that instead of continually giving in that love, they keep on expecting on the amount of love they can take back. and so they get hurt.

i always believed in that one true love. or if im being mushy today, soulmates. there is somebody out there meant specifically for each one of us. there are old maids or bachelors because they didnt meet their other halves in this life. maybe in another lifetime, in another form, in another life. but they will. WILL. (taken in random-things-i-believe-in)

so stop moping around you lot and start looking for your true love. he's just there. somewhere.

Berso Sa Metro

Nang mawala ka sa akin, ikaw at ako'y nawalan
Ako dahil ikaw ang minahal ko ng lubusan
At ikaw dahil ako ang sa iyo'y lubusang nagmahal
Ngunit sa dalawa ay ikaw ang higit na nawalan
Dahil pwede kong mahalin ang iba tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa iyo
Ngunit ikaw di mamahalin tulad ng kung paano kita minahal.

-Ernesto Cardenal (Granada, Nicaragua, 1925 - )

Coincidence

amongst the rush of tides, i see you
in the midst of howling thunder, i hear you
drowned in the rough slash of rain, i feel you

or is it just coincidence?
when i look around the corner and see your face
when i walk the long hallway and see your tread
when i peek in the mirror and see your smile

or is it just coincidence
when i turn around and catch your familiar scent
when i try to kill time and find you do the same
when i stop to daydream and feel your gaze

or is it just coincidence
when you call her the endearment you used to call me then
when you see her as the angel i was to you then
when you love her as much as you loved me then

or is it just me?

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's day to all mothers in the world.

Happy mother's day to my mama, who worked, and still working to send me and my siblings to college. (oh, dont ask me about my father, i dont want to explain everything here.. now..)

Happy mother's day to my nanay (aunt) who took care of me and my siblings when my mama has to go to work. and takes care of my children now that i have to go to work.

Happy mother's day to all mothers, who in one way or another have loved unconditionally, without questions and without exceptions, to all the children of the world.

last night in Mel and Joey (a TV talk show) there was an anecdote about mothers.. it goes like this..

Ang puso ng isang ina ay laging para sa kanyang mga anak.
kapag tinanggal mo ito sa kanyang katawan at ikaw ay nadapa,
itatanong sa iyo ng puso, 'anak, nasaktan ka ba?'

i wont be able to do it justice if i translate it in english so i might as well explain it as i understand it. (which may or may not mean that i am in the right state of mind, so bear with me.)

when i first learned of my pregnancy, my mom didnt say it but i know she's heartbroken. i know she trusts me to be the responsible one. that someone who knows how to handle her responsibilities and knows her priorities.

and somehow i know i failed her. bigtime.

but instead of telling me how big a disappointment i am to her, she took me to her OB, the same one who helped her get through her pregnancy with me, she bought me my vitamins, she took care of me, she held my hand that day when i gave birth to a smiling baby boy.

she never told me i was wrong. or i made a bad decision. or i messed up our plans. she just re-arranged everything to give way to the new addition to the family. she just re-made all plans to put me in the right place.

i know she made a lot of sacrifices. and i know how many nights she cried herself to sleep.

i will forever be in her debt.

i know she wasnt always there because of work. i know she didnt woke up early to help me prepare my siblings' lunch boxes. i know she didnt heard me call her name the night i cried my heart out. and it doesnt matter anymore.

i know she will always love me. for me. the good, the bad, and the little baby girl.