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Negative emotions are very addictive. They actually release endorphins into the body which provide a very pleasant sensation. Consider stubbing your toe. Endorphins are also released. The sensation as the pain fades away can be euphoric. As crazy as it sounds this is what is going on with negative emotions. People become addicted to the release of endorphins produced as the negative pain caused by the emotion fades away. They develop a need for negative emotions to get the endorphin payoff. It is exactly like being addicted to a drug.

Free yourself! Live your life to the fullest.. it's the only one you know of.

Be good! Take Care!

The only difference...

There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn't ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love and then you don’t have it? 

What if you like it and lean on it? 

What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? 

Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.

~ Meredith Grey, ‘Unaccompanied Minor’

14022012 without you...

I tried so hard, my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet, you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

You'll never know how much it hurts
To see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love
Yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life?
To try it just ain't smart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

The morning people are different from you and me

Morning people are more proactive – and therefore more successful in their professional lives — according to new research.Who is a morning person, by definition? It is someone who gets up at roughly the same time on weekdays as on weekends. 

• Early birds are more proactive than evening people – and so they do well in business.

• They tend to get better grades in school, which gets them into better colleges, which then leads to better job opportunities. Morning people also anticipate problems and try to minimize them. They're proactive." (Not that evening people are life's losers: They're smarter and more creative, and have a better sense of humor, other studies have shown.)..phew!

• The morning people were more likely to agree with statements such as "I feel in charge of making things happen" and "I spend time identifying long-range goals for myself." (In the sample, the "evening people tended to sleep two hours later on weekends.)

• Can you change type? "Somewhat," Still, it can be tough, partly because half of your chronotype, as it's called, is determined by genetics. And just changing the hour you wake up may not change your inherent "morning-ness" or "evening-ness" In other words, getting up earlier will not automatically make you proactive.

• Chronotypes also evolve over a person's life cycle: Teenagers are evening types; between the ages of 30 and 50, people are evenly split between morning and evening types; and people become morning types as they pass through their fifties.

• The challenge for businesses is to "bring out the best from their night owls." Evening types may no longer serve as our midnight lookouts, but their intelligence, creativity, humor, and extroversion are huge potential benefits to the organization.

Source: http://www.inc.com/news/articles/2010/07/research-says-morning-people-are-more-proactive.html?nav=rel 

What makes a MAN!

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;


If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;


If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;


If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! 

— by Rudyard Kipling

Schizophrenia..

Dear You,

If you’re reading this, then it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this so, I’ll just say it. I met someone... It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. It wasn’t in the make. It was the perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

Now, there’s this feeling in my gut... She might be the one... She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because I have messed up in the past. But if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there... It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment; the moment that could have changed everything! I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should trust a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good!! Like home... like that hill-top flower. And you make excellent coffee. That’s gotta count for something, right? Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,
You-Know-Who

Déjà vu

Good morning LA! 
In the land of lotus eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you are dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times, if only someone had told me! Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learnt. He goes on without me. While I drown myself in the sea of pointless recollections. I don't know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California Sun. There are things I need to figure out, for their sake at least. The clock is ticking, the gap is widening. They won't always luv me- 'no matter what'.
Later!

If You Forget Me...

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda 

I hate love!

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it (or maybe they did!). They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, (or say something like- You mesmerize me baby!) and then your life isn't your own anymore. 


Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' (or 'break free!') turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love!




Neil Gaiman

Forgiveness

You cannot go around and keep a score. If you keep a score on the good things and the bad things, you'll find out that you're a very miserable person. God gave man the ability to forget, which is one of the greatest attributes you have. Because if you remember everything that's happened to you, you generally remember that which is the most unfortunate!


Today-a quarter ago.

The answer..

From the movie: Before Sunrise

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112471/

Look into my eyes, you'll see what you mean to me!

A man has only one escape from his old self to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.


Clare Boothe Luce

How?

Love that well which thou must leave ere long. 


William Shakespeare
(Love that thing nicely which you have to leave soon. Means love that thing or person well which you must leave before long, i.e. soon.)

Is it?

Whenever you give your time, you are making a sacrifice, and sacrifice is the essence of love.

Do you?

Long after moments of closeness have passed, a part of you remains with me and warms the places your hands have touched and hastens my heart for your return.


Robert Sexton

The solution

Give in to love, or live in fear.

Mimi Marquez, "Another Day", Rent

I understand... I do!

Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.


Rev Ed Hird

Extreme emotions

Hot tears roll from the sides of my eyes and down my plumped cheeks, which ache from smiling and I squeeze them with my hand to stop. It occurs to me how close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites. The moment is minute, like the thin thread of a spider's web that quivers under a raindrop. Here in my moment of unstoppable cheek and stomach aching laughter, as my body rolls around, my stomach clenched, all the muscles taut, my body jumps about, is racked by emotion and therefore steps ever so slightly over the mark, and into sadness. Tears of sadness gush down my cheeks as my stomach continues to shake and ache with happiness.

How quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate. One comment to steal it all away. Of how love and war stand upon the very same foundation. How in the darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest, you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted higher than you've ever been.

They all border one another, those opposites, and how quickly we can be altered. Despair can be altered by one simple smile offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of one uneasy presence; a waver on a balance beam can turn excitement into pain, in an instant. Everything is on the verge, always brimming the surface, a slight shake, a tremble sends things toppling. How similar emotions are.

How quickly such comfort with someone can shift to awkwardness. How in the very second you reach a dead end, moments when you are convinced you know exactly where you are going are altered. A realization in less than a second. A flicker and the light becomes pitch black.

I continue to stare at the ceiling, feeling lost again when only moments ago I'd been found. My answers of only minutes ago are again transformed into questions.

A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now but look through this veil and see possibility of love; you are sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess- it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.

Thanks for the memories 
-Cecelia Ahern 

Worthless?

"And think not, you can direct the course of love; for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course". 


 Khalil Gibran

Possessed

"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart."


 Josiah G. Holland