Dear Player

Dear Player,

I feel used, forgotten, ashamed, and broken. You will never know how much you flooded my hear with guilt. The late night mistakes have turned into burned images in my mind. Have they faded in yours? You will never know how badly I am hurt. The way you never seem to care at all the wrong moments, a trait I was once attracted too, is now just a reminder all of lovers past; a sign of insanity. Repeating the same action expecting a different result.
You incarcerated my soul, when all I wanted was your heart. I am free now, not from my mistakes, but from the person who made them. For every one of you that brings me down, soils me like the sheets on those days, is a lesson learned. I’ve always been a slow learner. So thank you, keeper, I am a free bird now. I am sorry though, for you are not free. You are trapped in the endless game you play with everyone who cares about you. All games have a loser, I can only hope it is you, for only then will you be as free as I am.

Sincearly,
The Played

I've learnt that.

• you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
• no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.
• it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
• it's not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts.
• you can do something in an instant that will give you a heartache for life.
• no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.
• you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
• we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
• there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.
• true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
• just because someone doesnt love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
• maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
• no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
• no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
• just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other.And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
• we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
• you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
• there are many ways of falling and staying in love.
• no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar, you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most.
• the people you care most about in life are taken from you to soon.
• although the word "love" can have many different meanings, it loses value when overly used.
• love is not for me to keep, but to pass on to the next person I see.
• there are people who love you dearly but just don't know how to show it.
• even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
• every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch-holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
• I still have a lot to learn......

- Anonymous

On Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

 Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Air a' Ghaol

Nuair a dh’ éibheas an gaol ort, thig as a dheoghaidh,

Ged a tha na rathaidean aige cruaidh agus cas,

Agus nuair a chuireas a sgiathan mun cuairt ort, géill ris,

Ged a leònadh an claimheamh thu a th’ air a’ falach ameasg nan ceanglaichean aige,

Agus nuair a bhruidhneas e riut nach creid thu ann

Ged a spealgadh a ghuth na bruadalan agad mar a mhilleas a’ soirbheas a tuath an gàradh

O chionn ’s gun crùnaich an gaol thu, ceusaichidh e thu mar an ceudna.  Agus dìreach mar a tha e airson gu’ fàs thu is e a bhios ’gad bhèarradh

Ged a dhìreas e gu àrd do chinn is e ’tàladh nan geugan as caoine a tha

’nan crith ’s a’ ghréin

’S an aon dòigh, tearnaidh e gu do bhuin is crathaidh e ’ad is ’ad a’ sàs ’san talamh

Mar sguban arbhair tha e ’gad chruinneachadh dhà-fhéin;

Sùistidh e thu gus am bi thu rùisgte;

Criathraichidh e thu gus do shaothrachadh bho d’ chochaill;

Pronnaidh e gu gilead thu;

Nì e do thaoisneachadh gus am bi thu sùbailte

Is an uair sin, cuiridh e thu ’san teine naomh aige-fhéin, ’s bidh tu ’nad aran naomh do dh’ fhéis naoimh Dhé

Na rudan seo uile nì gaol riut gus an ionnsaich thu diomhairean do chridhe, gus an tuig thu gur tu mar chriomagan cridhe na beatha;

Ach ’nad eagal nan iarradh tu ach sìth is soighneas a’ ghaoil;

B’ fheàrr dhutsa do lomnachd a chomhdachadh is teicheadh bho ’n ùrlar-sùisteachd aige;

A-mach dhan t-saoghal far an dèan thu gàire gun d’ uile ghàire a dhèanamh ’s far an dèan thu gal gun d’ uile dheòirean a shìleadh

Cha fhaigh an gaol ach e-fhéin agus cha toir e ach bhuaithe-fhéin; 

Cha shealbhaich an gaol no gu’ sealbhacha’ e ’bhith

O chionn ’s gu bheil gaol gu leòr air a shon-fhéin;

Nuair a bheir thu gaol, cha bu chòir dhut ràdhainn, “Tha Dia ’na mo chridhe”, ach, “Tha mi ann an cridhe Dhé”

Agus na smaointich gun urrainn dhut cuairt a’ ghaoil a stiùireadh, o chionn ’s gu bheil gaol, na’ faigheadh e thu àiridh, ’ga stiùireadh a’ chuairt agad-sa

Chan eil miann eil’ aig a’ ghaol ach a bhith ’ga lìonadh-fhéin;

Ach, nam biodh gaol ort agus gu’ feumadh miann a bhith agad, bitheadh

seo na miannan agad;

Bi ’gad leaghadh is gu bhith mar allt ’na ruith a tha ’seinn a fhonn dhan oidhche

A bhith fiosrach air pian tuillidh ’s a chòrr caoimhneas;

A bhith air do leònadh le tuigs’ a’ ghaoil agad;

A bhith sileadh na fala gu deònach agus gu h-aoibhinn h-ait

A bhith ’dùsgadh air na maidne le cridhe sgiathaich agus thoir buidheachas do là eil’ is an gaol ann;

A bhith ’nad thàmh aig meadhan-là is meòmhrachadh àrd-aoibhneas a’ ghaoil;

A bhith a’ tilleadh dhachaidh air beul na h-oidhche le taingealachd;

Agus a’ sin a bhith ’nad chadal le ùrnaigh airson an ionmhainne ’nad chridhe agus òran molaidh air do bhilean.