Another year's gone by in a whirlwind of lessons. The greatest of these being love..
The unspeakable joy of learning to love and the discovery that loving is far greater than being loved.
Loving the man in my life
Love is not just a rush of emotion, of feelings, of attraction. It is a steady stream of hope, brought by the recognition of one soul's counterpart in another, a rational choice to commit to loving the same person, day in day out. To begin to open my vulnerabilities to someone and letting him into my innermost feelings, the raw and unmasked person that I am simply hasn't been an easy thing. And yet I realised that when I eventually did, he still made that rational choice to love and appreciate me as I am.
I've learnt that loving my partner is to choose to love him not just in joy and happiness, but in all anger and frustration; to work towards discovering more about each other everyday and reveling in the wonder of it all; to realise a flaw and to accept, to spot goodness in character and treasure; to be quick to encourage him, but slow to judge and blame; to find amidst the tears, a stronger understanding built and to find amidst the laughter, the smile in his eyes; to learn that I chose to love him as he is and don't want to force any intentional change. And I'm still learning.
Learning to rebuild bridges of love
Loving those closest to you is never easy. It tends to be the hardest. Family. You're obliged to love them in some way. Kinship is something you can never run from. The line between "I love you" & "I hate you" is so fine. And yet deep down inside, I know I do love them. Those closest hurt me most because they mean the most and I realised how much family meant to me. And in this last year, I learnt what it means to love my family out of a true willingness. And I'm still learning. Perhaps the longing was borne of seeing the closeness of some and desiring the same. But I'm thankful I've learnt and thankful for the bridges that have been rebuilt.
Thriving on the lessons of love taught by friends
Being alone away from home is never easy. And it's all the harder now that family means so much more.
Each one of us met for a reason, each one of us has a story to share, and when we come together as friends, we begin to weave our lives into a common chapter, a tapestry of ideas, woven together by a group of people, each unique in their own way. And somewhere in this web, we discover friendship love, the kind of love that bonds us together by choice not by obligation, the kind that holds us together in hard times and sends us running to the aids of one another even if we haven't spoken in a while. Friendship is a chosen love, a bond that one chooses to forge and so we call them our chosen sisters and brothers.
And so to each one of my chosen brothers and sisters, I want all of you to know how special you are to me. Thank you.
The unspeakable joy of learning to love and the discovery that loving is far greater than being loved.
Loving the man in my life
Love is not just a rush of emotion, of feelings, of attraction. It is a steady stream of hope, brought by the recognition of one soul's counterpart in another, a rational choice to commit to loving the same person, day in day out. To begin to open my vulnerabilities to someone and letting him into my innermost feelings, the raw and unmasked person that I am simply hasn't been an easy thing. And yet I realised that when I eventually did, he still made that rational choice to love and appreciate me as I am.
I've learnt that loving my partner is to choose to love him not just in joy and happiness, but in all anger and frustration; to work towards discovering more about each other everyday and reveling in the wonder of it all; to realise a flaw and to accept, to spot goodness in character and treasure; to be quick to encourage him, but slow to judge and blame; to find amidst the tears, a stronger understanding built and to find amidst the laughter, the smile in his eyes; to learn that I chose to love him as he is and don't want to force any intentional change. And I'm still learning.
Learning to rebuild bridges of love
Loving those closest to you is never easy. It tends to be the hardest. Family. You're obliged to love them in some way. Kinship is something you can never run from. The line between "I love you" & "I hate you" is so fine. And yet deep down inside, I know I do love them. Those closest hurt me most because they mean the most and I realised how much family meant to me. And in this last year, I learnt what it means to love my family out of a true willingness. And I'm still learning. Perhaps the longing was borne of seeing the closeness of some and desiring the same. But I'm thankful I've learnt and thankful for the bridges that have been rebuilt.
Thriving on the lessons of love taught by friends
Being alone away from home is never easy. And it's all the harder now that family means so much more.
Each one of us met for a reason, each one of us has a story to share, and when we come together as friends, we begin to weave our lives into a common chapter, a tapestry of ideas, woven together by a group of people, each unique in their own way. And somewhere in this web, we discover friendship love, the kind of love that bonds us together by choice not by obligation, the kind that holds us together in hard times and sends us running to the aids of one another even if we haven't spoken in a while. Friendship is a chosen love, a bond that one chooses to forge and so we call them our chosen sisters and brothers.
And so to each one of my chosen brothers and sisters, I want all of you to know how special you are to me. Thank you.
