"Are wild strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litter box work or would they make a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, and though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed if your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed." –Shel Silverstien
The bumper sticker I saw said, "Having abandoned my search for the truth, I'm now looking for a good fantasy." Though it's meant to be sarcastic, it's a useful piece of advice.
A friend of mine once wrote:
"Passion is butterflies of worrying if he loves you as much as you love him and pushing the envelope for impromptu proof. It is the gross mixture of thankfulness and validation you get when he passes those stupid tests of devotion. Its thinking you might loose him and worrying about fights you will potentially have when you get to the point of deciding on a dog breed and then fighting about them right then and there. Passion (in the context of romance) is stupid. Its a farce created by men and women in order to "enjoy" their relationship without ever having to get mature and truthful about it."
"Dear Rob: I was born on November 30, and am quite attached to having it as a birth date. But there's a complication. While in Iraq in 2006, I was half-blown up by a bomb, and had a near-death experience. When I returned from my excursion to the land of the dead, I felt I'd been born anew. Which is why I now also celebrate September 24, the date of the bombing, as my second birthday. What do you think? Two-Way Tamara." Dear Two-Way: I believe we'd all benefit from having at least one dramatic rebirth in the course of our lives, though hopefully not in such a wrenching fashion as yours. In fact, a fresh rebirth every few years or so would be quite healthy. If it means adding additional astrological identities to our repertoire, so much the better. Thanks for bringing up the subject, as it's an excellent time for Sagittarians everywhere to seek out an exhilarating renewal.
Perfect timing.
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. "
-Captain Corelli's Mandolin
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. "
-Captain Corelli's Mandolin
I'm just not yet convinced...
“No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.
Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.
Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?
I don't know."
-Paulo Coehlo
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What is more important: happiness or passion?
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The grey area is seeping into every aspect of my life, which is natural. The more you know about something, the more you should question, the less you should be sure of. Natural.
While watching House Hunters International the other day, I found the house of my dreams. Even though the couple decided to buy the house of MY dreams, I wont hold it against them.
Here's the exterior:
But that's not nearly the best part....
You can, and should, watch it here: http://www.hgtv.com/video/country-home-in-italy-video/index.html
I may, or may not, have spent the last half an hour here: http://www.italianpropertiesforsale.co.uk/index.
My birthday is coming up, so if any of you out there are a millionaire, and willing to donate to a worthy cause (my lifestyle) I'm your girl.
I also attempted to surf the postings in Bologna, Italy on Craiglist...interestingly enough everything listed is a mixture of Italian and English.... which I find to be confusing.
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."
-Gilda Radner
