Heaven & hell

Love is war, and I need a soldier.
I need someone who will go to hell and back with me.
Someone who won’t fold under the pressure.
Someone who won’t quit when it gets a little tough.
That’s when I know I’ve found something special.
Something real.
Something worth keeping.
Anybody can love anybody when things are good.
REAL love stands the test of time, the test of faith, and the test of loyalty.
There are people who will take their last breath trying to stop two people from being in love.
I need someone who is ready to lace up their boots and fight for me.
Fight for this love.
Because anything worth having is worth fighting for.

 

 
Love can be heaven, but sometimes could be hell as well. Real love is committment. Not just to keep up to a promise, but because every bone, every inch of your skin, even when it’s tough, especially when it’s though, tell you it’s worth. And “it’s” is a very specific identification. It’s that, only “that”. There is no “something alike”.
Therefor is committment to yourself, therefor is so hard. To get what everyone dream, something that so few achieve, something so scary to live without, especially when you know exactly what it is all about.
It is so scary and hard that you might even begin to think to give up. But there it comes the fight! Because if something happens and heaven is at stake, you’ll gladly go to hell because you know that no matter what, you’ll came back the otherside, together. Period. That’s what matters. Scars can be healed. Burns can be eased. There are no excuses, no terms, no hesitation. Real love is also extreme. Those who have experienced it and choosed to keep it, know that they will gladly take extreme measures to not lose it. For those who chose fear, a comforting easy flat love is already waiting for them. For those who choose to fight, something worthy is awaiting, so they have no fear because there is no gain without committment. No pain, no gain.

 

LOVE YOU

I reblog this because I think is a very good point that too often we put behind a thousand of good intentions… But we can give love to others, in so far as we have plenty for ourselves!
Thanks to Revsandy’s blog for the share 🙂

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January 9th

Today Love YOU more than ever before. Be extra kind and gentle with yourself. Have you made a resolution that you have not been able to keep? Let it go! Let yourself off the hook. Decide today you will not judge yourself. Decide that wherever you are, the place is precisely perfect for YOU!!

This day I will love me like never before. I will sing a song of Joy and Peace. Whether it is rap, jazz, blues, country, funk, an oldie, rock and roll or gospel, I will sing all day telling the Universe I am happy and joyous. I am liberated from my former fears and pains. Today is a day of celebration. I celebrate my life in fullness and gratitude.

On this day I commit to treating myself with dignity and respect. I absolutely love and treasure who I have become. I am extremely excited…

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Life Is Like That

A homeless 13-year-old Filipino won a very prestigious award for his commitment to improving the lives of fellow street kids. Cris “Kesz” Valdez, who lived off a trash dump and slept in an open tomb for the majority of his childhood, was awarded last year’s International Children’s Peace Prize in The Hague on September 19, 2012. 
 
Gifts of Hope
For his seventh birthday, Kesz didn’t want any presents for himself. Instead, he wanted to give something to other street children: Gifts of Hope. That same year, Kesz started his own organization, Championing Community Children, aimed at giving street children hope and showing them that they can take their future into their own hands. Every week, he and his friends go to underprivileged communities to teach children about hygiene, food and children’s rights. He even takes things a step further, by teaching children how to teach each other. He…

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breathofgreenair

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Can you remember when you were first bitten by the travel bug? The roots of my yearning to travel, and to see exotic other places, were planted at a very young age by my Granny. She gave me a gorgeous old book, bound in red leather, embossed with gold, and with pages as thick as parchment. When I opened the covers, the musty scent of age wafted out like incense to tickle my nose. Inscribed in the front of the book, in delicate black ink, was her name and address, and the date she got the book, 1920. She was 13 when she was gifted the book, but she gave it to me when I was only 7.

I have very fond memories of sitting next to her on the old sofa in her house, while she read to me from the book, and then I would read to her…

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