Finding The Greatest Irony of Love on Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I found this on a friend's tumblr. I thought it was interesting.

The Greatest Irony of Love, by Unknown

The greatest irony of love: Loving the right person at the wrong time or having the wrong person when the time is right; finding out you love someone after that person walks out of your life. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, but because love is always present. It’s just that one was being loved too much, and the other was being loved too little. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love, but to only discover that for them we are just for past times. While the one who truly loves us remains either your friend or a stranger.

When you think of your past love; you may view it as a failure; but when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn’t really matter who won or who lost. What’s important is that you know when to hold on and when to let go. You know that you love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you’re not apart of it. Everything happens for a reason and for its best. If the person you love doesn’t love you back, don’t be afraid to love someone else again, for you’ll never know unless you give it a try.

You’ll never truly love a person, unless you risk for their love; love strives in hurting. If you don’t get hurt, then you won’t learn how to love. Love doesn’t hurt all the time; though the hurting is there to test you, to help you grow. Don’t find love, let love find you; that’s why it’s called falling in love, because you don’t need to force yourself to love, you just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing the chapters. If you want to move on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.

Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. But why is it that the greatest irony of love is letting go when you want to hold on, and holding on when you need to let go? You can never find the right person if you can never let it go of the wrong, but at the same time the moment you feel like letting go, you remember why you held on for so long. Sometimes you have to forget what you want and remember what you deserve.

To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying and to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing at all. To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose your true self. To love is to risk not being loved in return.

How to define love: Fall but do not stumble. Be constant but not too persistent. Share and never be unfair. Understand and try not to demand. Hurt but never keep the pain.

Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom; whom they choose to be and where they choose to go. Loving someone means giving them the freedom to find their way, whether it leads towards you or away from you.

Love can be a painful risk. To love means that risk must be taken, no matter how scary or painful, for only then will you experience the fullness of humanity of what we call love. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk and if you’re not ready to feel the pain, then you’re not ready to fall in love.

Summer Love And Falling Back Up.

It's been a while since I've posted, and every post after the first few months of blogging has been pretty uneventful and kind of lame.

I think it's time to reinvent myself.

Today is the first day of finals. I'm currently sitting at work blogging instead of studying for a Spanish final. I also have a Linguistics final on Wednesday and a 20 page paper due Friday. I'm more worried about the paper... it's a research paper and I don't have many surveys filled out for it. It's not my fault that the population I'm focusing on is so hard to find! (Actually, yes it is.)

Nothing too crazy has been happening lately. Surprisingly, I've been pretty good with all my classes and such. I figure if I don't do that well on my paper (which is what the whole independent research class is based on), I can still manage above a 3.5, and that's all I really need to bring up my GPA for grad school.

Overall, my year has been pretty decent.

Summer was great.

It was my 21st in June and I must say, it was epic. It was more epic due to the amount of people stuffed into the suite style dorms and the amount of randoms. It wasn't the typical "don't remember your 21st!" birthdays, but it was fun and I was able to see old friends. Of course there was a brief moment of danger in the bathroom and I was called a "front", but in the end everything was good.

The rest of the summer had its ups and downs.

I'm one of those people that hate to be hated. I spent the first month of June pretty much confused as hell as to why one of my co-workers pretty much hated on me so much. By the end of the summer we were cool, but it was over some misunderstandings and I think it could've been avoided. Another downside was some misunderstandings with old friends. Again, by the end of the summer everything was cleared up, but it definitely sucked for a while when it seemed like everything was falling apart.

The best parts of my summer had to be with the people I lived with. Life was great and the love was there. I honestly felt that I could live with these girls even into the semester. Since I've never had such good suitemates in my few years of dorming, I had to say, I really enjoyed living with them. The parties were great, the lifestyle was good. I couldn't complain.

I couldn't find a group picture. How sad.

Another fun-filled learning experience of the summer was taking American Sign Language. That was definitely something I've wanted to learn for a while now. Joaquin and I signed up for the evening classes so we could work that nine to five grind. Taking ASL with Joaquin definitely helped me learn it faster. We also attended one of the Deaf Nights that took place at a Dave and Buster's in Farmingdale.

Deaf Social Event in Long Island.

We were so nervous to approach people and begin to socialize. I think I now know what it feels like for a man to try and approach a woman... In the end we managed to sign with someone and even saw someone we met earlier in the summer. Joaquin went off to sign more with our cute classmate. I want to call her Shy Ginger, but we'll see what Joaquin says about that.

I can't forget to mention what pretty much took over my life in the summer. That would be working as an Orientation Leader. I love this job and it was my second summer working as an OL. I managed to upgrade to Orientation Team Leader with Joaquin, D, Always Late Alberto, and two others (which I need to come up with names for). Fun fun fun.

Orientation Team Leaders.

G'GAMMACCS: My team.

I can't forget to mention the EAST COAST ROAD TRIP that I took with Joaquin and Porcelain (I really need to come up with better names). There was just too many fun times over the course of a few days. I managed to get a speeding ticket, Joaquin almost killed us, I slept for a good 90% of the trip, we met some Porcelain's relatives, saw our favorite Tanzanian, met some Seawolves, made some music videos... it was awesome.

Sugar in the Raw.

Our favorite Tanzanian.

Made it to the end.

This fall has been the most productive I've been since I've started college. It's pretty sad that I've finally learned to manage my time in my senior year. I think this semester was pretty decent aside from all the bad decisions I made in the uh... boy department.

This is a shout out to Banana. I made it to ten little Indian boys and I don't know if that's a good thing or not. (Six in one semester. What the eff?)

When I went to New Jersey I met a nice guy who I got along with pretty well. Too bad that didn't work out.

I also managed to get myself in a tangled mess of sorts. I'm not going to go into details but it's definitely not pretty.

I had a tongue injury. Enough said.

Let's see what the rest of the winter brings me.