Finding Yourself vs. Creating Yourself

I found this very interesting text image on the internet today that says “Life is not about Finding Yourself. It is about CREATING Yourself.” And it struck me. It struck me hard.

Lately, I have been advising some friends who were left by their partner, because the partner was asking for “space” or “time alone”, to “fix themselves”, “yadah…yadah…” I advised these friends of mine to let their partner be for a while, because they are just trying to “find themselves” or what others call “soul-searching”. (photo source)

Dating clichés that are actually true

Dating clichés that are actually true

There is always a scientific explanation...for the way things are...for how humans behave... for how both men and women behave...especially, us women. There has to be! I assure you, you're not the only one and you're not crazy :)

Anyway, here's an article that offers some scientific explanation that prove the following dating cliches are true:

How Much Do I Love Thee?

(A poem from a young mistress) 
How much do I love thee?
Let me measure the breadth and depth
I'll try though it is an impossibility
By the fears and tears I kept and wept

My Goddess: A short story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs

Do you still remember your first crush? Your first love? Your first kiss?
Do you believe that first love never ever dies?

Remember that mind-blowing, heart-bursting feeling of a young love? Sounds pathetic now that we're already adults, right? But admit it or not, we all have been through that stage. And believe it or not, there are some who are still not over it. Who were not able to move on. Especially for those who let their true love just slip away. They still pine for the one that got away. The one they had stupidly let go...

If you're up for some reminiscing or reliving that feeling...Check out this short love story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs! My Goddess 

Mist

It’s strange how I’d like it to be over
And yet I don’t
How I try to be brave and strong and act like it
But I am not
I force myself to forget everything about you
But I cannot
From the moment I open my eyes
Till the time I close them
You are there
Inside my mind
Etched in every convolution of my brain
Not vivid, no
More like a lingering mist
Like a diluted blood weakly pulsing through my veins
Not red, just a pinkish tinge
A faint memory
And yet the pain it brings is strong