The Universal Language

Wanted to share a couple passages from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, the book i'm currently reading which by the way is a brilliant book! Very deep and thought-provoking. Definite recommendation.

"It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning." (Coelho, 93)

"The day after we met, Fatima said, "you told me that you loved me. Then you taught me something of the universal language and the Soul of the World. Because of that, I have become part of you."

"You have told me about your dreams, about the old king and your treasure. And you've told me about omens. So now, I fear nothing, because it was those omens that brought you to me. And I am a part of your dream, a part of your Personal Legend, as you call it."
"That's why I want you to continue toward your goal. If you have to wait until the war is over, then wait. But if you have to go before then, go in pursuit of your dream. The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes. That's the way it will be with our love for each other." (Coelho, 97)

Summer Readin'!

Thinking of picking up a book to read but in need of suggestions/recommendations?? Well I highly recommend A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. This was the last book I finished reading and it was amazing! 

Summary/Synopsis:

 "The book focuses on the tumultuous lives of two Afghan women and how their lives cross each other, spanning from the 1960s to 2003....A breathtaking story set against the volatile events of Afghanistan’s last thirty years—from the Soviet invasion to the reign of the Taliban to the post-Taliban rebuilding—that puts the violence, fear, hope, and faith of this country in intimate, human terms. It is a tale of two generations of characters brought jarringly together by the tragic sweep of war, where personal lives—the struggle to survive, raise a family, find happiness—are inextricable from the history playing out around them." 

Happy summer reading :-)

I Don't Belong Here

<<<(I soo belong here)

Wow! So you could say it's been a while since I've updated this blog, geez it has to be a crime! I apologize although I'm not sure exactly to whom I'm apologizing to lol.
Ok to get on with my blog...
Have you ever felt like you were somewhere familiar and yet you still felt like you didn't belong there? Kinda like a bird in a cage, and although the bird has become accustomed to being confined in its 'home', it doesn't quite belong there. Yet if the cage door were to swing open one day, it would still refuse to leave its home because that's all it's ever known its whole life and it's scared, fearful of what's out there in the real world, afraid of the unknown. So it turns down its opportunity at freedom. Well that's kinda what I feel. I love my city, but I've become so bored of it! I want to see the world, see what's out there beyond my reach. That's why I say I feel like I don't belong here. Change, newness, it can be a scary thing. But I desire it, crave it despite my fears, despite my love affair with comfort and familiarity, I feel something in the depths of my soul and excuse my cheesy cliché lines but I actually feel a burning desire run through my veins to leave this city and venture out into newer and better unknowns. I need a refresher. The only thing is that I don't know if that's what God wants me to do, if it's His plan. Is it selfish of me? I don't know if I really should, or whether it's the right time. And on top of that I've had a million other thoughts and worries run through my head.
Do I worry too much? Lack faith? Maybe I really am the only one that's stopping myself.

Story of a Daisy

She opens up, stretches and blooms as the sun comes up. It's the dawn of a new day. The dew feels refreshing on her delicate petals. The sun's rays revitalize her stem. Her whole being is renewed. She is lovely. Yet she is still fragile. 
She goes about her daily business engaging in photosynthesis, producing pollen, embracing the light wind as it caresses her leaves. She is surrounded by her fellow neighbouring plants, but even still, she is vulnerable. A subtle, low buzzing sound is heard as a small black and yellow stranger crosses paths with her. He lingers and finally lands on her. Though shy and skeptical at first, she decides that he is of no threat and allows him to grace her with his presence. Once he's collected his pollen he leaves. 
But he returns to her a few times more. Her strong scent is alluring to him. His gentle touch eventually becomes comforting and she welcomes him with happy wide open petals. His furry, meticulously diligent legs tickle her. She feels beautiful and desirable. She looks forward to his coming visits, enjoys sharing her nectar, takes pleasure in his company. A silent harmony and unity develops between the two. That is until one day, the unexpected occurs. He stings her. Shocked, confused and hurt, she automatically curls in, closes up and tilts downward. Luminosity she once displayed, drains away.
Months pass and she decides her wallowing time is done. The cool generous rain and the sun's continuous merciful warmth supply her with the strength she needs to move on and blossom once again. One morning, she wakes and finds her fellow neighbours and friends which she once turned away from have leaned closer to her. Their stems lift her high and support her once withering body. They whisper and sing sweet, encouraging melodies. She smiles and for the first time in months, she truly feels alive again.

Too Picky???

I was talking with two of my friends the other day and our conversation eventually led to the topic of men/relationships (what else is new). We were sharing our bad relationship history and how our exes consisted of either manipulative douche-bags, clingy psychos or dirty cheaters. 
Now, why is it that we always go for the freaks and losers?? Good question. We can never just date a normal, decent, loving, respectful, selfless guy, no, these types of guys are 'boring' in our book. Mr. Wrongs always seem to be more interesting and exciting, at least in the beginning. I mean, there are plenty of other reasons why we do date them, I could write an essay.
But you know what? I don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to deal with these kinds of men. I don't want to deal with anymore heartaches because quite frankly my heart can't bare to go through that kind of torture again. Which is why I've learned to keep my heart in its cage. The key will stay with me until I find someone who meets my standards. Is that too picky?? Maybe. But I'd rather be picky than settle. No more settling. I've learned to respect myself and if a man won't respect me the way I do, I'm sorry but he doesn't deserve me, he can go kiss his own reflection. Now I'm not saying he has to be perfect, that's mediocre, we don't live in a fantasy world. I just don't want another psycho in my life.
In a way, I'm glad I did date these guys, because they've taught me many lessons. I've learned a lot about men, what to expect from them, which qualities and attributes I like, what I dislike. They've enlightened me and I'm grateful for that. And now I know what I want and trust that God has a Mr. Right in store for me. I just gotta wait on Him. His timing is always perfect. 
So for all you ladies that are currently with a less-than-great guy just because you're comfortable with him or feel like you won't find anyone better despite him treating you like crap...dump his buttox. You are sooo much better than that. Please, don't ever underestimate your value.
Much love, Lissa.

Hunger Games

Firstly............happy new year!
So I started reading the book that's been getting the most hype lately, the one that everyone's bickering about.......The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Really excited, it's apparently a reaaally good read. In fact, they've turned it into a movie which should be released in theatres sometime in March.
I realize it's been for forevers that I haven't blogged but you see becoming a full-time employee has robbed me of my free time and if I do have the time I'm either tired or preoccupied with other events and activities. I'm on holidays now so I have the time off and I'm enjoying it to the fullest. I'll do my best to blog more often =) I do miss it. 
Well that's all I gotta say for now. 'Till next blog, Lissa.