To have lived.

To have lived, I have really really lived. I failed. I’ve been devastated. I’ve been broken. I’ve gone to hell and back.

And I’ve also known joy. And passion. And I’ve had a great love.

Death for me, is not justice. It’s an end to a beautiful journey. And I’m not afraid to die. Question is, are you?

Girls vs. Grown women

Girls want to control the man in their life.
Grown women know that if he’s truly hers, he doesn’t need controlling.

Girls check you for not calling them.
Grown women are too busy to realize you haven’t.

Girls are afraid to be alone.
Grown women revel in it-using it as a time for personal growth.

Girls ignore the good guys.
Grown women ignore the bad guys.

Girls make you come home.
Grown women make you want to come home.

Girls leave their schedules wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits.

Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.

Girls try to monopolize all their man’s time (i.e. don’t want him hanging with his friends, wants to know everyone he talks to, even checks him up on facebook).
Grown women realize that a little bit of space makes the ‘together time’ even more special and goes to kick it with her own friends.

Girls think a guy crying is weak.
Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.

Girls want to be spoiled and ‘tell’ their man so.
Grown women ‘show’ him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate, without fear of losing his ‘manhood’.

Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
Grown women know that was just one man.

Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, IGNORING all ‘signs’.
Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don’t always love you back and move on, without bitterness.

Girl will read this and get an attitude.
Grown men will read this and pass it on to other grown men and women. Which one are you?

Sometimes

Sometimes you got to run away so you can see who will run after you.

Sometimes you got to talk quieter just to see who’s listening to you.

Sometimes you got to step up in a fight just to see who’s standing by your side.

Sometimes you got to make a wrong decision just to see who’s there to fix it for you.

Sometimes you got to let go of the one you love just to see if they love you enough to come back.