Consider Love

“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.” – Gabriel Garcia Márquez

When was the last time you stopped to actually consider if you know what love is?

We’ve been taught to wish for it, to long for it and wait for it all our lives. We’ve been told that love is the biggest power and the undoing of many great people – it is the sweet fragrant wind that cradles the birds in its warm hands as they reach out towards the clear blue sky, it is the righteous anger of the river bursting its banks with the strength of a furious bull. A world of its own, right and wrong in equal parts, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)

Is it only me, or does that sound really hard to uphold?

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The Prayer – The Living Fiber of Each of Us

When life is hard, when the sad moments keep bothering you, and trouble does not leave you alone, there is a solution which will certainly bear fruit: the prayer. The sages say that we should pray in every moment of life, be it happy or sad, because it really helps, or at least it helps us to stand our ground. The prayer is the force through which we get energy, that energy we need in order to survive.


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A Story about Hope

Ihopet was summer when my heart was torn into pieces, without my consent. It was left in the fields, forsaken and forgotten by everyone. Heavy rains drenched it, they washed my wounds, and touched my scars. The sun warmed it mightily, blue flowers grew around it, birds warbled next to it and… nothing happened, my heart was lying inanimately on a field at the edge of my existence. All it had was Hope.

As the summer passed hastily, the green of the fields, the brightness of the sun, the warm summer rains, the clear sky and all the sanguinity around my heart faded away. A strong wind blew and knocked flowers to the ground, it blew off the leaves from the trees, it brought forth a gloomy autumn weather, and a nostalgia beyond compare rested upon the broken heart. The golden leaves fell on it, creating a warm carpet, but still nothing… the heart was not breathing, it was showing no sign of life. However, Hope went on taking care of it…

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