Girlfriend

I love my parents. The following conversation took place shortly after lunch today.

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Dad: So got a new girlfriend already la.

Me: Uh...no.

Dad: Think we don't know issit. I read your blog.

Me: Who's my new girlfriend then?

Mom: Zoe!

Mom: Lisa!

Me: Two girls? I'm not that kinda guy.

Dad: It's Trisha la. See he put up this "not nice" picture of her.

Me: *DIES LAUGHING*

*****

Heee. Only a select few people will see the humor in this conversation. Especially the end of it.

Ahhh. The irony. I just thought I share that.

:D

Jared

That Christmas Feeling

Birds flying high you know how I feel,
Sun in the sky you know how I feel,
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel,
It's a new dawn,
It's a new day,
It's a new life,
For me,
And I'm feeling...Good.

- Michael Buble, Feeling Good

*****

I have no idea where I got that song from. It just turned up in my PC. I like it. :D In other news, my car got broken into yesterday. All they took were Adik's Christmas present from Anne, her present from Trisha's mom (I think) and my present from Trisha. There was nothing else in the car to take, so they took the Christmas presents. Sure it's funny and all to think about it if you weren't affected. But in truth it wasn't a very enjoyable experience.

I don't think I've ever been so agitated in my life. I completely lost it. There's something utterly personal about having a private space of your violated like that. And then it makes me really angry that my Adik lost her Christmas presents because of me. I can deal with not getting mine. I'm used to having crappy stuff like that happen. But Adik's presents are gone. And I couldn't shake the feeling that it was my fault. I parked there. Right there. I practically asked whoever did it to break into the car.

It makes me think, though. What kind of a state is the world in? It's Christmas. Trish told me the other day "I like Christmas. Everyone's different at Christmas, they're nice and happy." And it's true. I see it. People smile more. They laugh more, they're more relaxed. And I don't know what it is exactly. It's not the weather. It's still hot and humid. And it's not that the economy is good or anything. It's just that everyone is happier. I doubt they realise it themselves. It's like there's something in the air that infects people with happiness. I smile easier. I laugh more. And nothing seems to get to me. It's strange, really.

But it gets into people in other ways too. The criminals get more daring. They broke into my car in broad daylight in a crowded area with plenty of traffic. And all they took were Christmas presents. I mean, come on. If you want something that you can sell, why are you stealing Christmas presents. It's like you're stealing something just for the sake of stealing it. I doubt you'd need a hairband, a book, and some shaving thing for women's legs that badly to break into a car and steal it. I doubt you could even sell it. It makes no sense.

I don't think I've ever been that angry in my life. Usually when I get angry, I keep quiet. Very quiet. Because that's how I deal. I keep my temper in check. But yesterday? I lost it. Shouted, swore. Everything. And yes, I'm not proud of it. I scared the people with me. I scared Trish into silence. I've never seen her that subdued. Adik cried, though she did her best not to let anyone see. Teva was just sort of sitting there, probably quietly thinking I'm a mental patient. I scared myself. In that moment, I could probably have killed someone if they'd crossed me. Or hurt them really badly, at least.

What have I learned? Don't park in the freaking park at One Utama. Ahaha. Well, that's the most practical thing. What else? I've learned that...I actually have a scary temper. And I'm glad I'm good at keeping it in check most of the time. And also lately I've been learning to not let things get to me. Happiness is a choice. And that's pretty much all there is to it.

And I can safely say I'm happy. Right now.

Christmas is in less than 12 hours.

I'll post again.

Back in a flash.

Jared

*****

In every life we have some trouble,
When you worry you make it double,
Don't worry, be happy

- Bobby McFarrel, Don'tWorry, Be Happy

This Christmas

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year,
All I want is one thing

- Britney Spears, My Only Wish

*****

Okay okay! It's a Britney song, but in my defense, I did not know that while I was enjoying it playing over the mall's sound-system at work. It's only when I got home that, to my dismay, I found it was a Britney song. D: It's like that time with the Jonas Brothers' "Look Me In The Eye." But it's not my fault! I like these songs! But don't worrrryyyyy, I'll post up another song's lyrics at the end. :D

So like, since everyone else is doing it I thought I'd post what I want for Christmas up on my blog. Because everyone else is doing it. So here goes.

What I want for Christmas is....

A SECRET. :D

Heeee. Sorry that's an inside joke. I know someone is cursing me if she's reading this now. And to make it no longer an inside joke I shall now explain it. So first things first. I think I should say that I think asking people "What do you want for Christmas?" is a really weird practice. I mean, I know you want to get them something they want. But like, that's so weird right? It's like you're going to propose to your significant other and you ask them "Do you want me to propose? Yes? Okay then, I'll propose tomorrow!" It doesn't make any sense to me.

It's like asking someone what they want then pretending they didn't tell you and you just happened to pick up just what they wanted. Then you wrap it and give it to them. As if they don't already know what's inside! I mean, I don't mind asking people what they want. So I suppose I can't really condemn the practice. It does make shopping so much easier. But I don't like telling people what I want. ^_^

I used to want a lot of things. Want want want. But then, I'm not sure exactly when I hit on the fact that I will get tired of anything given time. Like I got tired of my phone. Or my XBOX. Or anything else. So I started thinking, I don't really want anything. I mean, I've got everything I need. Everything I could ever want, pretty much.

I have parents.

I have siblings.

I have friends who love me and who I love.

I have a life.

I have a home.

I have food.

I have luxuries like my PC, a car to drive, a mobile phone.

What more could I possibly need? I've got everything I could ever need right here. And I can safely say I'm contented. But that doesn't mean I don't want anything. See I've come to the realization that I can live without what I want. And I can be happy without it too, if I allow myself to be. But that doesn't mean I don't want it.

It's hard to put into words. Which may seem strange since I talk so much usually. But here's the thing. What I want, isn't something you can touch, or see, or smell, or taste. It's metaphysical. It's a concept, a perpetually shifting idea. Plus it's something no one can give. That's the catch I think. If I really think about it, I suppose there is at least one person who could give it to me if they really wanted to. But here's the thing, it's one of those things you don't ever want to ask for.

It's one of those things that you won't want anymore if you ask for it. Understand? Like... if you really want something. And you tell someone. And they give it to you. But it costs them a lot. Or you know they only gave it to you because it was easy but didn't really care. You don't really want it anymore. I don't know if I'm making myself clear. But if someone knows me well enough to know what I want, and cares about me enough to give it to me. That's one of the best feelings in the universe. ^_^

See the way my system works is, I believe that no one can give me what I want. And thus I don't feel bad about not getting it. You see, because if I can't have it, then no one else can have it either. But if it's some dumb thing like a...walkman. Then someone could have one and I would be unhappy. But since no one can give me what I want. Or the person/people who can are in no position to; I'm perfectly fine.

So yes, don't be expecting to find out what I want from this post. I won't tell. ^_^

I just wanted to let it be known that. I don't really need anything for Christmas. If you're getting me something, thank you! :) If not, thanks anyway.

I may not have what I want exactly. But that's alright. I already have more than I could ever have asked for.

I have everything I need.

Jared

*****

I don't have any song lyrics to post here! Hee. I'll skip juuuuust for this post. ^_^

Cloud Castles & Shooting Stars

I would just like to announce that I now have a fiction blog. Somewhere I will now post my random drabbles and such that I write when the mood strikes. If you'd like to read what I write you can find it:

HERE

That will be all. :) I'll format it later. I'm lazy tonight.

Jared

The Women In My Life

Your arms are my castle,
Your heart is my sky,
They wipe away tears that I cry,
The good and the bad times,
We've been through them all,
You make me rise when I fall

- Cascada, Everytime We Touch

*****

So I was at work yesterday. And like, as usual no one was really replying my texts. So I started thinking not too much :P Just enough. I started thinking about the people I care about. And people who care about me (or should care about me anyways >_>) Of course I noticed that there are very few guys on that list. Which is kinda...weird. But anyway.

Since, as you may have guessed the majority of my close confidants are of the fairer sex (I said fairer, not better nyeh) I felt that I might as well appreciate them. So shall we begin? These are the women in my life. I simply couldn't do without them. :)

Special Placement

Mom & Kendra

Okaaaaaaay, Kendra doesn't technically count as a woman. But I couldn't do without her knocking on my room door at 3am asking if she can sleep with me. I can't remember life before Kendra, and that's the best way to be with someone I think.

My mom. Well that goes without saying. ^_^ The woman who gave me birth, people! A true pillar of salt. (AHAHAHAHA) Yeah, we have ups and downs cause I'm stubborn. But that's normal stuff. If I need a shoulder to cry on at insane hours of the morning because my girlfriend just left me, I know who to call. :D

Saundra

Okay. So she's not technically a woman yet either. That's debatable. And as much as I complain about her. I would say she has a very useful purpose. To teach me patience. And how to argue and win everytime. AHAHAHA. Nah, I kid. I mean, if I didn't have kid sisters I wouldn't know how to take care of anyone then what kind of person would I be? A typical jerk of a guy.

This is the girl who keeps me...nice. :D (Cause I expend all my meanness on her, she would say.)

Jean Chan Yuen May

Formerly a significant other. Now, not. :D But still a close confidant. Though she physically abuses me. (SO GLAD WE DID NOT END UP TOGETHER) xD I kid, I kid. Someone I can depend on. Sort of. I mean, she never has credit to call me, so I have to go looking for her. But when I do, I can be pretty much assured that she'll be there. Something every guy secretly wants but will never admit to: a big sister figure.

Annemarie Yani

This? This is Anne. I've known Anne forever or it seems that way. Anne is awesome. We've been through some pretty crazy stuff together. I remember when she used to be a heathen! Hee. But we've grown together I think. So much so that she's probably outstripped me by now. But it's always awesome to have her around. Because she's always happy and refuses to allow you to be miserable. As good a confidant as anyone could ask for. She's there. And she cares. What more could you want? ^_^

In Some Semblance Of Order

Daphne Charmain Thian (AKA: Baby Sis, Adik, Camwhore Buddy!)

Hee. I look terrible in that picture. Like I'm going to EAT YOUR FACEEE. But anyway, this is Baby Sis. :D Baby sis is awesome. I've known her since we were like...12 I think. I used to be so scared of her! Because like....she used to be so scary! Always hanging around meeeeee D: I only got to know her for real like...this year I think. And she's the awesomest of awesome people. Seriously. She can make you laugh, and then scold you for being emo, and then say everything's alright let's go watch a movie. Baby sis is the best. And she does good expressions tooooo.

Trisha Teo (AKA: She has no AKA. Hee. Except Trish, or Sha. But I never call her Sha. >_>)

So this is Trish. She is Daphne's best friend. And mine now too! Well, I suppose. Sort of. :D She may not want to be when she sees this picture though. I had one where she looks prettier, but it's all posed, and I like this one better. >D So this is the one I uploaded.

Trish is a conundrum. A woman after my own heart. Emo emo emo HAPPY emo emo emo HAPPY angry emo emo HAPPY. She's completely not ladylike. (Sorry, I had to say it. But it's a good thing!) She's complex and not at all simple, and she's strong too. She'll be your friend, but she won't hesitate to slap you if you get out of line, either. Everyone should have a friend like this. She's straightforward. Painfully so sometimes. But it all balances out, because whether she acknowledges it or not, she has a personality that draws people to her. :D

Trish is awesome.

Zoe Ng (AKA: Zo-Zo. Heeee. But only if you wanna annoy her.)

There was someone else in this picture, but I cropped it! Ahahahah! Sorry Megan.

Anyway, this? Is Zoe. I know her through...Facebook. Hee no really! Shut uppp. I saw her in a couple pictures with another friend. And then that same week she showed up at my youth group! And I was all like "Hey! I know you! I stalk you on Facebook!" And we've been friends ever since. xD Zoe is a total emo-freak like me. Though she refuses to admit it. She keeps herself busy to distract herself from her emo-ness. But I can see ittttt (when she has time for me anyways >_>) If you ever need an emo-partner Zoe is the girl Or a camwhore buddy too. But be warned, she has turned camwhoring into an art-form.

Zoe is coooool. She knows how to talk and listen. And you almost always feel better afterwards. If you don't it's usually your fault. And if you webcam with her, you're gonna laaaaugh. That's all I'm gonna say.

Sarah Yong (AKA:...Sarah Yong. xD)

Sarah is my emo-partner. If yo want someone to just emo with you and not try to cheer you up for awhile? Sarah is the girl. We are so emo sometimes it's so much fun to re-read our conversations and laugh. Together we've stayed alive through our respective break-ups and formed the FATAL. Sarah rocks. She's encouraging, though she'll never let you encourage her. But it's all part of her charm I suppose.

The only down side is she's always trying to be "independant" and it's annoying! But she still rocks!

And for now that concludes my expose of the women in my life. :D So, just because I can I will now post up a few pictures of them!

As you can see, Anne is very photogenic. :D

Trish and I tend to talk a lot when we're together >_>

Me and my sisters! I love 'em. ^_^

And that's all I have time for I'm getting dragged out now. I'll possibly post more later. If I can be bothered. :D

Byeeeee~

Jared

YWC: Writers' Slam Article

Once A Writer

By Jared Locke

Writing is a blood-bond between author and the story. No matter what happens ever after, no matter what the writer may do with their hands, build a house, change their child’s diaper, climb a mountain, those hands will never forget the grip of a pen. Their fingers will never forget the feel of a keyboard.

It doesn’t take a genius to write a great article or a story. So often, the God-given act of writing becomes like an Olympic event, writers competing for some imagined prize. The one crucial factor that seems so often left by the wayside is heart. The heart of the writer displayed through their writing.

More important than any “perfect word” or any prize, is putting your all into any piece you may undertake. Or at least, that is what this humble writer believes.

When we are aged and grey remember, we were writers once, and young. And no matter what else we may become in life, writers we will stay, always.

*****

Yeah, so that's the article I wrote for the Young Writers' Camp's Writers' Slam. I got really slammed. >_> It almost got me down to be honest. But then, people say I'm too sensitive. And I think too much. But really I was getting feedback like "I thought it was cliche." Or "That first line...doesn't really make me want to read anymore." Yeah. And it's like, that's when they were supposed to be saying positive things.

And then when other people read their articles these people couldn't shut up with the praise. I mean seriously. I counted, for one girl she got praised SEVEN TIMES. Even when it was time to give feedback on what she could improve people were like "I have something to say....but uh...it's a good thing la." Then when our facilitator was like "Okay, so what do you think could help you listen to this article better?" Everyone shut up.

It's like "OMG everyone else's article is perfect except Jared's!" >_> Okay, I am being mildy over sensitive. But that's just the impression I got. Bleh.

Anyways, here it is. Because I was asked to put it up.

Jared

Something New

I wore a tie last night. The first time in my life I've voluntarily worn one. The dress code for my youth group's Christmas event was "Christmas in Black & White." So yeah. People didn't stick to the theme. Some only wore white with jeans. Some only wore black with jeans. But I stuck to the theme. I bought the tie specifically for the event. Haha. Here's a picture:

I took it when I got home. There are probably some of me at the event (I was an MC after all) but I don't have those pictures yet. I'll upload some when I get them. I like this tie. Maybe I'll buy one of two more. Haha.

This is a no-meaning post. In the journalism world it would be called a "fluff-piece." Maybe not even that.

But I felt like it.

Jared

Masks

"Boldness is a mask for fear, however great."

- John Dryden, British Poet & Dramatist

*****

Stamped Youth Ministry: The Christmas Thing '08

Shaking. My hands were shaking. I couldn't tell you why. Maybe it was the knowledge that I'd have to MC soon. People looking at me. Contrary to popular belief, I've never been at home in crowds or in front of an audience. Strangers. I get scared, and anxious, and fidgety and uncomfortable. My throat constricts and my first instinct is to run. But I read in a book once that "Courage is doing the ordinary under extraordinary circumstances." So I suppose I try to practice some small measure of that.

But then, maybe it was the knowledge that she'd be there. Maybe it was the knowledge that I would soon debase myself for the entertainment of others. I don't know what it was. But I was scared. My throat closed up and my stomach tied itself into a knot far tighter than the one Ian had tied into my tie. At that moment, I did not want to be there. Anywhere but there. On the moon with no oxygen, climbing Everest in a blizzard, at home crying my eyes out. Anywhere but there.

But time moved on despite my misgivings. People arrived, the group adjourned to the cafe downstairs to have dinner and listen to the performers. Who were good. Really good. So good that I had to keep repeating to myself that they were bad, picking flaws in their music, their singing, if not I never would have had the guts go step up and sing when it was my turn. At that moment listening to them play and sing, I felt so insignificant. So...invisible. I wanted to run. In the worst way I wanted to just jump into my car and drive all the way home, leap into bed and hide under the blanket for a million years.

I stood outside and pretended I wasn't scared to death of half the people there. Pretended I wasn't scared out of my mind about what would happen if I had to talk to her. Pretended I was outgoing, and loud, and completely Sanguine. Baby sis came to see me. Asked why I hadn't come to their table. I was the MC after all. The MC should greet the guests. My only answer was that I was scared of her. Yeah. But she came by anyway. And I didn't know what to say. So I said whatever came to my mind. As per usual. Talk, but don't say anything.

My eyes never left the floor. I'd rather not have looked at anyone. Rather not have looked at her. Rather not entertain a hope. Why look? Why hope? Why dream? I'm a lot of things that are not complimentary. But I'm not stupid. I don't like looking people in the eye. I see myself reflected in their eyes. But it's not a liking, it's a tolerance. I'm an amusement to be cast away when I've lost my charm. But I couldn't help searching her out in the crowd each time I stood at the fore. Memorise her face, every nuance of voice, every expression.

The night moved in a blur. My song, "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas." The song I butchered. I stood there with a spot in my face, half blinded. My lungs contracted and refused to expand again. My throat closed off as if telling me it wouldn't allow me to begin. My fingers wouldn't play. But I started. I butchered the first line, but I started. Games that I facilitated and barely remember. A movie I didn't watch. My stomach in knots, always hurting. My hands always in my pockets so no one would see them shaking. Especially not her. Never her.

The masks one can put on are numberless. A myriad of faces each distinct in it's own right, but all the same in the fact that they are used to hide the part of you which you do not want seen. The part you do not want hurt. The part that wants to cry when someone tells you that you aren't good enough. The part that breaks a little more with every broken relationship.

In truth. I am scared. Of people I don't know. Of people I do know. Of myself. For myself. By myself. Sometimes I wonder how I get the strength to step out of bed each morning, and go through the day. The fiercest battles are often the ones that are fought, unseen by others. The ones inside. I don't know what makes me able to continue. I don't know what gives me the will to pull on that mask everytime. The mask that people think is "me." The mask of the loud boy who basks in attention. Whose ego could envelop the moon. Who is oblivious to the fact that people tune him out when he talks. Who can talk non-stop.

That mask is no more me than a porcupine is its quills. I know. I can see. I know no one listens to what I say. I know they're tired of my voice. But I can't stop. Because in the silence people see the real you. I hate the silence. I often wonder if people really do see how scared a person I am and maybe they just play along. Because you have to lull a scared animal into a false sense of security before you do anything with it. But there's no way to know. And besides, I don't think I really want the answer anyway.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I just thought I'd record it. Because sometimes it's easy to lose yourself. I suppose I'm writing more to convince myself than anyone else. But in the end it doesn't mean anything anyway.

My hands are shaking. And I still can't tell you why.

Jared

*****

"Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.”

- Joseph Conrad, English Novelist

The Miles Are Getting Longer

"The miles are getting longer it seems,
The closer I get to you"

- Chris Daughtry, Home

*****

I'm home alone. My family is out of town until Monday.

The house is empty.

I'm lonely. Actually, I've been lonely for the past four months.

I hate this feeling.

You can't pretend. You can't hide, you can't make it go away. It's you and the stark knowledge that you are alone. Utterly and hopelessly alone.

I miss it. But I won't allow myself to be weak. I don't need it. Or her. Or you.

But it doesn't mean I'm any less lonely.

Someone talk to me...please.

It's one of those nights.

Jared

*****

"When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done,
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed,
Don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest"

- Linkin Park, Leave Out All The Rest

What Dreams May Come

"It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of madness."

- The Merovingian, The Matrix

*****

So, I watched Twilight last night. It was about as good as I expected. Nothing spectacular though. Watching it did get me thinking.

In the movie, and book I suppose, Edward and Bella are completely obsessed with each other. One is mesmerized, and the other addicted. I suppose it makes for good movie romance. But the thing that I started thinking about after the movie is, "It doesn't work that way." Actually, it can't work that way. In theory, being so obsessed with a person, to the point of losing yourself in them is a perfectly feasible, romantic idea. But in reality, isn't it completely and utterly unhealthy?

I've heard people tell me that they're waiting for "The One" or that "Mr. Right" or that "spark" or magic, or bombshell to drop and then they'll know. But I read somewhere once, that love doesn't fall like a hammer blow, it creeps in and takes your hand, silently and tenderly, like an old friend. I'm not saying it's wrong to want that "spark" but then, isn't that how a lot of people spend their lives looking for something they never ever find?

*****

"Love is friendship set on fire."

- Jeremy Taylor, English Clergyman

*****

I've been in love. Don't ask me how I know. It's something you just know. In the Matrix, The Oracle tells Neo that, "Being The One is a lot like being in love. No one has to tell you that you are. You simply know it. Through and through." It's a thrillride. Yes it is. It gets your heart pounding, sets you adrenaline rushing, it magnifies every look, every touch, not because your nerves are suddenly more sensitive, but merely because of the close, conspiratorial nature of being in love and being loved back. It's a great feeling. As feelings go, it's one of the best around. But I think it's pretty obvious by now, that feelings can't be trusted. Feelings fade, they fail you at crucial moments.

Love. True love, I think, loving someone with all you have is much much more. It's tempered steel, it's a fire, contained and fed so that it doesn't die but continues burning as brightly as ever. Love is not something magical in and of itself. There's nothing mysterious, or even metaphysical about it. Love, like everything else, is a process. It takes faithfulness, patience, temperance, endurance, self-control, honesty, communication... the list goes on and on. It's giving and giving and giving and giving, and giving some more. Until you forget what belonged to who in the first place.

*****

"Love isn't finding a perfect person, it's seeing an imperfect person perfectly."

- Sam Keen

*****

I suppose what I'm trying to say is, I don't buy into the hype anymore. I understand what love is. And I think what I wanted to convey is that, there are two extremes. On the one hand, you have those who fall into obsession. A mutual state of fawning over each other, where there is no true bond. Where all the staring at each other, and sweet words comes from a mutual attraction. Then there are those who are afraid, because love seems like such a big scary thing. So they hide, and unlike animals who have physical defense mechanisms, humans hide behind philosophies and ideas, and it's far more difficult to calm them and bring them out from behind those.

These scared ones, hide behind ideas that love should strike like lightning. Or that they'll somehow instinctively know when love arrives. Well last night I went to watch Twilight, I went with my friend Soon Seng. As we were walking into the cinema I turned and asked him, "Dude, what row are we in?"

He replied, without looking at the tickets, "Dunno. I'll just feel it when we're there."

So we walked, and walked more in the pitch black cinema. And finally he goes. "Okay, guess I can't feel it."

See, I think people who think they'll just know when love shows it's face are just like that. You can't know. Without communication, without faith, you just can't. No matter how long I've known a person, if the relationship evolves into something else, I'll still never be able to look at them and just know that they love me as I do them. I once said something to my girlfriend, by way of encouragement. We were having a rough time with her parents, and I'd promised we would last forever. (Typical guy promise. I would have kept it, though. But that's another story.) She asked "How?" and I replied, "All it takes, is a little magic."

You know what I was talking about? I wasn't talking about that tingle you get when you hold hands, no. I wasn't talking about the rush you get when you talk to them or see their face. I was talking about a deliberate act of will. A conscious, steadfast decision to make a commitment to someone. When a magician pulls a rabbit out of his hat, or tricks the audience into thinking he's just made a plane disappear, it's a conscious act of will. There is no real magic behind it. The magician decides to cast his illusion. Just as one has to decide to love.

My dad says "Love is a decision. You could go out onto the street and decide to love someone out there right now if you wanted to." Though that may be slightly...extreme ^_^ It sums up the point well enough.

In summary. Love has been made into an over-hyped dream. By movies just like Twilight. In the film, Edward Cullen talks about vampires surviving on animal blood. He says, "It's like a human surviving on tofu. It keeps you strong, but you're never really...satisfied." That's exactly what the dream-love is like. You can think you've found it, you can spend your whole life chasing it, or waiting for it. But in the end you're never truly satisfied. Pastor Judah Smith calls it The Beautiful Affliction. When we're so transfixed by a thing's beauty that we go after it, maybe in the wrong ways sometimes and hurt ourselves.

Dreams are all well and good. But we live in the real world. And here, what dreams may come true? Only the ones we forge for ourselves. There's so much more I could write, but my posts are wordy enough already as it is. So I'll leave you with this.

*****

"We are all a little weird,
And life's a little weird,
And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
We join up with them and fall into a mutual weirdness,
And call it Love."

- Author Unknown

*****

There's no magic, but the magic we make.

Jared