On Love

Love is a many splendid thing.
All you need is love.
Don't go breaking my heart.
I hate you so much right now.

Whether you have it, or you don't.. there's a song for you.
Love. People are constantly seeking it, singing about it, crying about it, and now I'm talking about it.


Life can be shared with another person. But the key word there is "shared". Life can be shared another person. You don't give your life to another person.

I have so many hopes and aspirations for my future, things I've always wanted. And I've always insisted that even if I was to meet the love of my life, I would never change these dreams. If he didn't want to go along with it, well and good. But he'd be flying solo. That might sound kind of pigheaded of me, but I do believe that you can't possibly have met The One unless what you both want is the same thing.

Which leads me back to sharing a life. Sharing something means giving a part to someone else and keeping another part for yourself. No matter what you do, who you meet, how you act... deep down, you can never be anyone but yourself. Could you really give yourself up just to appease someone else?

If you have a dream, is it worth throwing it away because it doesn't match another?

Life is about priority.
About making choices, taking chances.

It's an experience, whether you share it with one person, with your family, your friends or even if you're just a free spirit.
But it's your experience.

You're the author of your own life. Don't let someone else finish your story.