“Love is patience. It manifests between kindred spirits, whose histories have molded them to compliment the other, and who by the momentum of the universe, are destined to be brought together. These people in your life will build you, and define you as you will them. Those lovers whom you would slay to have, those friends whom you would be slain to protect. Love is not merely the deepest of intimacy, it is to acknowledge that without those whom you love and who love you, you would be nothing but a shell full of empty memories.” — Joshua Valentine: writer laureate and romantic
That's my friend who wrote it and it just hit home. You have chemistry, acceptance, and patience.
Yes, i understand that Martin Luther King Jr. said this, but he was saying Napoleons words.
James Clavell – Shogun
“only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty” Stephen king
The Masks We Wear.
We all wear a mask concealing our true identity; We easily turn into greatest actors and actresses in the attempt to deceive those who surround our very lives.
The mask we wear disguises much more then the face underneath it, but it hides who we truly are inside and protects our soul from being tainted and torn in shreds by the harsh judgement of others. The smiles and laughter we display are clever devices hiding our pains and sorrows we carry within us. While the tears and heart break displayed for all to see only show the thin cracks of the mask we wear, allowing small portion of how we truly ache inside be seen from observers quietly watching for you to reveal yourself. And the choices and actions that we make are altered to be deemed adequate by our friends, family, and the strangers that seemingly enters our life. As the people get to know you, they are unknowingly are lied to, becoming friends with the illusion you created for them to see.
We continue pick from the array of masks we have, never deciding to wear nothing at all, leaving ourselves completely vulnerable. And sometimes, we wear our mask for too long, forgetting that we even had it on. One day we will look at a mirror and realize that we don’t know the person who is staring back. We will learn that the mask we have wore for so long became our true face, and the one underneath that has been to afraid to be shown to the world has become our true disguise. That it was hidden for so long that we have even forgotten the person we once truly were, and we’ll be afraid to know who we once were ourselves.
We all wear masks. I guess we just have to be brave enough to remove it one day.