Forgiving and Forgetting is overrated
"Forgive and forget" That's what they say. It's good advice, but it's not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Forgiveness isn't so bad, I guess. I haven't forgiven you, but I will. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled, old wounds never heal.
The most we can hope for is that one day, we'll be lucky enough to forget.
I'm trying...
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy and I'd be the best friend that you fall in love with, in the end, we'd be laughing watching the sunset fade to black, show the name, sing that happy song.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
So you want me to tell you something about myself? I don't have anything to say. Even if I did you'd be wrong to believe me.
Trust is a lie.
Nobody ever knows any more.
Trust is a lie.
Nobody ever knows any more.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Lucas: Albert Camus once wrote, "Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." But I wonder if there's no breaking then there's no healing, and if there's no healing then there's no learning. And if there's no learning then there's no struggle. But struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Don't wanna lie, lie, lie
But I want to love, love, love
But Pinocchio has to lie, lie, lie
To keep his love, love, love
And Pinocchio lied, lied, lied
He lost, he lost, he lost
But the fairy loved, loved, loved
The boy who always lie, lie, lie
- Mr. Endlessly by angel-puppeteer
But I want to love, love, love
But Pinocchio has to lie, lie, lie
To keep his love, love, love
And Pinocchio lied, lied, lied
He lost, he lost, he lost
But the fairy loved, loved, loved
The boy who always lie, lie, lie
- Mr. Endlessly by angel-puppeteer
Monday, March 03, 2008
Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know, maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
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