Do you believe in fate?

After we talked about this idea, Rachel turned to me and asked, “Do you believe in fate?”  Normally, I would say that was stupid because fate implies some higher being controlling what we do.  I do believe in fate though. I believe that there is one person you are meant to fall in love with and be with. And if that person dies, it is fate that they die. And if you remarry, then that is indeed fate that you remarry following the death of your first love.  But if this is true, fate is controlled by a higher being, which I never really had the courage to believe in.  I believe in a higher being, but I don’t think it is that being that controls fate.  I think fate is controlled by our hearts because our hearts are almost like our subconscious minds.  We don’t think when we love with our hearts. We just love.

I can be whomever you want (bad poem!)

I can be whomever you want

But this is who I am; not what I’m not

Muscles bulge beneath the skin

Over the ribs and heart within

The heart beats for those I love

Forever passed the life above

Woman and man did impart

More than this tender heart

With a heart, passion creates

Yet equal triumph I still await

A heart does not break by loss

More paths are still to be crossed

Paths are crossed along with trails

Miles and miles swiftly inhaled

Over hills and straight through books

Through forests and trees and brooks

Yet through the books and over hills

Solely friends can bring me thrills

So to them all my love adheres

No doubt lives; this love is clear

So I can be whomever you want

But this is who I am; not what I’m not

He loves me; he loves me not

He loves me; he loves me not.

The petals fly like the time blows.

No longer can he delay his thoughts.

For too long I have sought to know

How to end the swinging to and fro

Of the pendulum of his hidden heart.

He loves me; he loves me not.

Allow the air to take the care

To lay my wishful petals there

Along the green grasses below.

For all the care shall be bestowed

To the daisy, the seer, that knows

How his heart swings to and fro.

He loves me; he loves me not.

The daisy does not dare upset,

Yet the deceit she would regret.

As the white petals fall and twirl,

She hopes for love to be unfurled,

As do all the world’s lonely girls.

He loves me; he loves me not.

Only the daisy’s petals can discern.

He loves me; he loves me not.

A single petal remains to turn.

He loves me.

He loves me!  
 

Peace

 

We all want some sort of happiness, but happiness comes at a cost—this cost is love.  And I say “cost” because it’s difficult to love those around you—those who seem so different.  But really we’re not all that different.  We all have the love of humanity in our hearts, yet over time we have lost the way. We must do away with the newfound growth of greed, hate, and intolerance because once we’re dead all that hatred will mean nothing.  Love will, though, as the more we love, the more love spreads, and with this ongoing cycle we will no longer have to dream of happiness and peace. We will no longer have to suffer the slings and arrows of the unfortunate distaste amid the streets we walk. No, this earth will finally shine with a sun that has been lost for far too long. We will bask in this sun as we will finally feel at peace.