During a seminar, a woman asked," How do I know if I am with the right person?"

The author then noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so he said, "It depends. Is that your partner?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind
replied the author.

Here's the answer.

Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you
fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls,
want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet."Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It's a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.

Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, "Am I with the right person?" And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you
may begin to desire that experience with someone
else. This is when relationships breakdown.

The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the person you found.

People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.

Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.

I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.

Because (listen carefully to this):

The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the Person you found.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know
WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.

Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.

Love is therefore a "decision". Not just a feeling.

Remember this always: God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO!

"I always make a living so, that I can make movies. I never make movies to try to make a living. I think that's a big mistake that new comers do. They always focus on how can my passion, pay me. And I think that's a terrible place to start. If the reason why you're doing anything creative is to make a living then I think you're doing it wrong. You get into it because it's a true passion , it's something you really believe in  or don't get into it at all."

" Collectively, we have the power to improve the world more than any other generations have done for us."

I believe in a world without labels.

Anthropology teaches us that alpha male;
is the one that is wearing the crown,
displaying the colorful plumage,
shiniest bubbles,
stands out from the others,
but I may have now realize that anthropology may have it wrong,
I've come to realize that;
the quiet man,
the invisible man,
the man that is always there for friends and family,
that's the real alpha male.

Dear mom,
I know you had it hard in life,
I can see it in your eyes,
I can see it in your veins that wraps around your arm.
Your words are gentle like the wind,
Ever lasting in my thoughts.

You grip my hand when we cross roads,
You still lecture me about life,
You keep me in your prayers,
Your homecook meals' aroma lingers in my bedroom.

I hope you know how much I love you,
Because its truer than true,
I hope the sun shines where ever you go.

Tonight it hit me hard,
I remember you staring at me,
In the garden,
The grass greener than ever,
Your coat,
Your paw,
Your eyes so lovely brown.

Here's to the best friend I had,
The one I come home to,
A great companion,
A just listener,
The one that cheers me up when I'm hurt.

You're gone,
And you're never coming back,
This I know,
But some part of you will always be with me,
I'll like to believe you're in heaven,
Like all dogs, Osty only saw the good in people.
Dogs are like that.
People should take a lesson.

There is someone for everyone.
Someone you're meant to spend the rest of your life with.
Alright.
You just have to be open enough to see it.
That's all.

"I will speak my mind."

There are only two significant places,
where hellos and goodbyes ought to play their roles.

It's where lovers depart from each other,
It's where a decorated soldier from war is welcomed,
It's where a foreign student on visa says goodbye to a country she beloved,
It's where the gypsy soul says hello to an unknown part
of the world.

It's where the comatose patient has awoken,
It's where the old is removed to make way for the new,
It's where babies are brought to the world with a cry of a new life,
It's where miracles happen once in a while,
It's where a heart transplant says hello to a whole new host,
It's where the DNR is signed.

Like the homemade batter,
When bake under constant fire,
We become a muffin.

Nerds?
Are Intellectually Badass creatures.

Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire,
Bring me my spear,
O'clouds, unfold,
Bring me my Chariot of fire.

"I was born with a reading list I will never finish."

Nothing in this universe happens once.
Nothing.
Infinity goes in both direction.
There is no unique event.
No singular moment.
It means you'll get another chance.
I promise from my head.
I promise from my heart.
You'll get another chance.

I understand if you need time;
to heal,
and
to live a life without me.

I understand if I have to wait for you
and
I will.
I'll wait.
And when you're ready for me,
I'll be ready for you.

If she's there by your side when you need a friend,
Makes you laugh,
Makes you dance,
And she told you that you will find love again,
Believe it or not she's quite perfect.

A girl will always be;
a half formed thing,
a half formed heart,
a half formed flame,
because
like all things;
we grow,
we love,
we burn.

The world will come through right through your little window.

When you're broken and down,
Just remember that;
Broken crayons still color.

Our bodies moving,
swaying to the music,
pressed against each other.

I let my head fall against your shoulder, rest it there.
I smell your clothes,
the perfume that resides in their fibre,
that lingers all along your shoulder blade.
I turn higher and smell your neck and you smell different here,
more sweat and skin, perhaps.
Delicious.

I sink my nose into your hair,
tickling it,
and I smell lavender,
the shampoo you use, and the night itself.
There’s nothing quite like your scent,
all your different smells, all wonderful.

I want to be wild,
beautiful,
and free
just like the sea.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

You are beautiful just the way you are,
uniquely created,
differently distinct,
an exquisite creature,
an amazing soul that has touch many.

Don't do implants,
Don't do botox,
Don't do plastic surgery,
Don't change who you are.

And if you were to ask me,
if you were beautiful,
I would tell you;
Every girl is beautiful,
Sometimes it just takes the right man to see it,
And you are beautiful more than words can speak.

Apologize when you've done something wrong but, dont you ever dare apologize for the way you eyes refuse to stop shining.

the sun loved the
moon so much
he died  every night
to let her breathe.

The fine art of love,
is loving somebody,
like loving your own self,
but, other than your own self,
And that's love.

Everyone you will ever meet knows something you dont

Like the stars,
You shine brightest during the darkest hour,
The darker the night,
The brighter they shine,
You are the stars to me
and that's when you and I collide.

She's got
a big heart,
a bright smile that could light up the whole town,
a reckless mind,
a soulful soul,
I think it's beautiful the way she carries herself.

If I had a flower
for every time  I thought of you ,
I could walk in  my own garden forever.
And that would be amazing, wouldnt it?
It indeed, would be.

I'm sitting on a couch near my window,
It's raining,
tiny droplets of rain forms on my window,
a great book in my hand,
and a big mug of hot coffee on the stacked of books,
I glanced away from my book towards the darken sky
and pouring rain,
And I tell myself that "words are beautiful"
after letting out a sigh.
I then realize that Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts  and the thoughts have found its words.
Writting and Reading has always been my own therapeutic therapy.
During the good and the bad.

"You,"
he said,
are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world,
and that,
I believe,
is why you are in so much pain.

I don't accept help well,
I was raised to hold my own.

There was a girl,
a beautiful girl surrounded by people,
yet utterly alone,
her brother Chris died sophomore year,
she spend all her time secluded with her family or in the comfort of books,
I watch her for all of high school,
waiting for that perfect  moment to talk to her but then
that moment never came,
I watch as people gradually forget about her
and she seems content to disappear
but not to me
and although she didnt know it,
I saw the possibility of us.

I would rather fight with you than love someone else

It was once said that happiness is waking up from bed without a thing in your mind.*

And that's  true. Really. Its true

If you love someone tell them because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken

Today was a sad day for me,
I told everything that had happened today,
to you by text,
I miss you so much, so badly, I need you now,
I heard a knock and
I came running downstairs,
And there you are,
My door has a see through window,
I could see your face,
And your bag,
That I know is filled with a night's clothes of change,
Your face tired,
Beaming with a smile,
And I'm already so glad to see you here,
We glared for a moment,
Stagnant,
Not moving,
And I came running to the door,
Swinging it open,
leaping towards you,
As you come catching me
at the middle of the night.

It's scary to be in love, that much I know.
it's also wonderful and special and If you can't say or
fully express it,
then you'll never going to be able to experience it,
and I want you to experience everything that's great
because you're so great.
I'm not saying you say "I love you",
with a drop of a hat.
It has to be right and real and
it has to have taken a lot of thought.
But, someday with someone it will be right,
I want you to be ready for that moment
when it happens.

There's this thing about the dead.
When your love one is gone,
When someone you love has passed away,
The DNR signed,
Plugs were taken out,
He layed Stiff,
Buried underground,
Deep beneath dirt,
Deep beneath earth,
You try to remember those moments with him,
Your first date,
Your first kiss on the elevator,
Flashbacks come and go,
And you smell his sweater that he likes,
You're missing him so bad,
Sometimes you cry out his name
when you're asleep,
The side of the bed is wearing unevenly,
Sometimes you feel his presence,
You know you'll survive this,
but, sometimes you just wish that he'll always be there,
to hold your hands,
when you're scared to face the world alone.
It's been a year,
and I'm still mesmerize when I look at you,
how you've move forward,
how you've move on,
so courageously,
so fearlessly,
so swiftly.
I know you're still learning how
to let go,
I can see it in your eyes.
Hang in there, dear heart.

It's 4 weeks more to Finals,
and I'm not ready.
It's a few more days to go to practical exam,
and I've not covered all the rocks in the lab.
It's a few more days to go to my physics quiz,
and I'm not prepared.

Assignments dued,
Lab report to be typed,
Presentation for the taking,
unsorted,dangling of proposals,

But then I remember how far I've come,
I've decided to give it one last best shot,
Because you'll never be able to take back
your semester.
It will eventually pass.

I want to look back and
realize ive done my best.
so no regrets.

"I didnt mean to fall in love, but you made it so easy."

I'm sorry if it's the wrong time of the year,
to be told that,
I'm sorry if you heard it first from others ,
rather than my own mouth,
I'm sorry to put you in  a rather awkward,
situation,
I'm sorry that you don't feel the same way.

But don't worry,
I'll be fine.
Always have been, always will be.

I'm pretty sure you're long gone now.
You've probably tried pushing me away,
Because truth is, I'm avoiding you too.
Cause the pain I see in you is  unbearable,
like an empty void.

I wish things could just stay the same,
stay  simple,
But then I  messed it up,
and made decisions
based on my cluttered heart.

So, with these, I'm sorry.

Whenever I fall for someone,
I'll always ask myself; why?

And it get's me to a point,
where my mind gets blank,
like an empty canvas,
waiting to be painted.

I guess you could say that,
I'm the weaker ones.

The weaker ones that falls for the little
things you do,
you know,
those little minute details,

like opening the door
when books are up to my arm,
like walking me to my car
when it's midnight,
and let's me walk first
just because I'm a lady.

I know it sounds cliche,
in a way, you may not understand.
But coming from a girl,
always standing at the sideline,
getting passed by
like rocks along the side walk.

It probably means a lot.
It probably makes her feel like a million bugs.
Or in another lay mans term, "happy".
It makes her feel "happy".

Perhaps the reasons to why I fall for you,
maybe vague,
perhaps even cliche,
but it is the truth, an undeniable truth.
And I hope you will understand it one day.
Or perhaps someday.

It's apparent that talking about heartbreaks
to friends who cares
really do help.
But it's also apparent that there are those
who lets all hell break loose.
Those are the ones we stay away.
But the ones that cherish you at heart.
and help you get through the day,
Those are the ones I respect, trust
and cherish at heart.
Sometimes a helping hand is all you need
to know that the air you breathe now
isn't always going to be stale.

You're half away across the sea,
And I long to talk to you.
You're my other half,
You're my jigsaw to my puzzle,
You're my fork to my knife,
You're my person.

I miss those long strolls we take,
when we get a heartbreak.
I miss those sky gazing we do,
when it's just two.
I miss those piggy back ride,
on a sunny day,

I cant wait to run to your arms,
with arms wide open,
to feel your hug
and your warm embrace.

As your arms grip my waist,
and I'm tip-toing,
I run my fingers through your hair,
I miss you.
I miss us.

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, “What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich?” Which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception, passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers' hearts in a shrill fluorescent floodlight of worry.

“Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty?” But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dryad: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting. My poor mother.

“How could this happen? You'll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist. You ****** your thumb. That's why your teeth look like that! You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were 6. Otherwise your nose would have been just fine!

“Don't worry. We'll get it fixed!” She would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that, as if it were a cabbage she might buy.

But this is not about her. Not her fault. She, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable facade. By 16, I was pickled with ointments, medications, peroxides. Teeth corralled into steel prongs. Laying in a hospital bed, face packed with gauze, cushioning the brand new nose the surgeon had carved.

Belly gorged on 2 pints of my blood I had swallowed under anesthesia, and every convulsive twist of my gut like my body screaming at me from the inside out, “What did you let them do to you!”

All the while this never-ending chorus droning on and on, like the IV needle dripping liquid beauty into my blood. “Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Like my mother, unwrapping the gift wrap to reveal the bouquet of daughter her $10,000 bought her? Pretty? Pretty.”

And now, I have not seen my own face for 10 years. I have not seen my own face in 10 years, but this is not about me.

This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables.

About men wallowing on bar stools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crest-fallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.

This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.

“You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never be merely 'pretty'.”

It's a few days back,
and my life's already change,
I found out ,
something bad,
something new,
something that's unexpected,
something that's to an utter shock,
the words "disaster" scream into my lungs,
drowning me,
flooding me with an echo of silence,
I looked unto you across the cafeteria,
My hearts stabbed with a knife,
A wound  fluttering with pain,
It's unbearable, this feeling i have for you,
So deep,
It's a raging sea of fire,
tumultuous redness surrounds me,
I'm banging the door so loud,
So loud that no one hears me,
My room blasting with loud music,
I'm singing along, crying,
And at last I fell asleep,
And that's just to begin with you.

A wise man once told me,
If a guy likes you,
He will make time
and not find time to be
with you.