I believe there is a wonderful human being out there capable of loving me, as much as I am capable of loving him. Call it a flaw, call it a forte, I am one who may feel too strongly to the point where it ignites. I am one who will love both tenderly and fiercely. But isn't that what love is for? What it does for you? To give something you can never take back, to give without asking in return, to be willingly generous in that sincere love. For I want none but the best of you. For the best of you reflects the best in me too. Lord knows my big heart may have been struck but you'd be surprised for what you can live through. Truly, in retrospect, the years of struggle, will strike you as the most beautiful.

To give care and attention to someone who may never acknowledge or disregarded your feelings, such can be a pitiful state. But rest assure, know that your good heart carried out a good deed in giving the sincerest kind of thought and not just any back handed compliment. Know that it is his loss. Know that you are capable of giving so much love, so much compassion, and so much more. Know that you are a worthy human being capable of such connection. 

Do not rush love, for love may come at the most unexpected occasions. For the best kind of love happens both ways. Your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then after, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net.

If it's one thing Pixar is known about, its their unprecedented amount of incredible original content. Of coming up with characters, places, settings and situations we just couldn't. Each story and idea is so unique and yet they're all successful. Remarkably, there is a method, which is why I'd like to share with you The Pixar Formula. This image has been floating around the internet for quite a while. Most of them are guidelines than actual rules, good tricks to get you out of the writers block when needed. Enjoy !

Despite the tribe, it was by the oasis where out of the corner of my eye, there she stood, clad in her desert veils. Our eyes met but the ebony of the kohl in her eyes was what left me transfixed, bewitched, thus my heart skipped a beat. It was then and there, fate wrote her name next to mine.

Despite the tribe, she married me. A memorable union most frowned upon by many. Her people denied her, but in my arms I accepted her. For she made me felt the most of all feelings possible. Stars and scars, strain and shadow, worry and yearning, sweetness and madness in a dreamlike surrender.

Despite the tribe, she traveled with me. A nomad’s life is one I will remain with. For we are linked with the love of distant and uncharted lands. We journeyed not to evade life, but for life not to evade us. I discovered not only the terrains and dunes, but I discovered each of the crevices in her soul that made her for what she was, the woman I came to love.

Despite the tribe, she gave me Subhi and Abbas. I could not ask for a family more whole, more complete. Like the dawn, Subhi came into our lives and woke the world inside of me. Like the lion, Abbas was strong hearted, for him to be under my wing, our family assured.

Despite the tribe, despite the trials, despite the tribulations, I used to ask her why has she remained. And she would take me, like a child, against her chest and said, “Because you are my tribe.” 

I am reminded by the ghost of you. For you were a dream, then a reality, now a memory. Why do I feel prickling heat and spikes of anger as I see upon images of your face in happiness? Must I want to crush them, just as the way you crushed mine?

My soulful vessel is half full, for I had given you half of mine, willingly. As I enter into a state of despair, I am engulfed by nothing but torment and sadness. I cannot be myself, I feel within and without. This is what you have left me with. I am in disarray with every step I try to make to better myself. I don't know how long this healing will take but I am hopeful that it gets better with each passing day.

Perhaps in my wildest dreams, you would come to realize the consequences upon shattering the very essence of my being. But perhaps, for such is, in my wildest dreams.

I pray to God I won't keep falling apart. I pray, that it gets better, it will be better, I will be better, better, better.

A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure is why he does it.

-Roald Dahl