What is Love… what is Life?

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn’t choose to rest in the other person’s heart. If you find someone else in love with you and you don’t love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.

How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different. If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.

Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.

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Tree
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The reason I’m called tree is because I’m good at painting trees. Over time I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting.
I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There’s one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn’t have a pretty face, doesn’t have a good figure, doesn’t have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.
I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness.
Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility.

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Take some time to read this. It is very meaningful
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little
boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow… He oved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by… the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked
sad. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a kid, I don’t play around trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want toys. I need money to buy
them.” “Sorry, but I don’t have money… but you can pick all my
apples and sell them. So, you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He
grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.
The boy never
came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

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by Anna Quindlen

This message is from a commencement speech made by a Pulitzer
Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen, at Villanova University.

I’m a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work.

You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree; there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life.

Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account but your soul.

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A YEAR AGO today, I had lunch with my boyfriend
and took the opportunity to complain to him.
“Today is Valentine’s Day. Why didn’t you give
me
any flowers?”
He raised his eyebrow.
“Why should I give you flowers? You are not my
anyone.”

“Then… you should at least give me a card!” I
pouted my lips, hurt by his
tone.
“I know, I know. After lunch, I’ll send you an e-
card.”
“E-card??”
That sounds so impersonal, but that’s the way he
is.
“You have to e-mail it to me. I’ll be waiting.”

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