Want and Need

There are times when wanting something will overpower the need for something. Many people say, when you don't need it, you probably don't. But take this into another context, you will realize that the want will sometimes overrule the need.

In love, sometimes it's all about the right timing. Missing one opportunity does not mean it's the end of the world, you'll probably get another chance. However, some people do think that missing one opportunity would mean that there are going to be no more. I don't believe it's the case.

You can't change the past, but rather, the near future. You are in charge of the actions that will influence future events. So, assess the current situation. You've just missed one opportunity, do you continue to wait?

Simply, there are two answers: Yes and No. But behind every yes, there's a reason why. The question, now more specifically, is asking, "Are you willing to wait?"

Take careful notice of my wording here. There is a difference between willing to wait and needing to wait for the next opportunity.

Willingness is the feeling which drives your patience. The need to wait can do the opposite. Need is a choice in which one forces himself to wait in order to complete a certain task (ie. confession of feelings). This will feel like a long, tiring and torturing task-- but only if you make it so.

You should be willing to wait if you really love and care for the person. It should not be a form of torture, but rather something to look forward to each and every day. In addition, you might have to change the way you try and find the opportunity. Because you missed it this time because of this reason, try to do something to make sure it doesn't happen again.

I wish you all, the adorable lovesick puppies, the best of luck. I am cheering for you with my words. 

You're all probably very sweet and caring people to find this post and take the time to read it. At least my words are going out to the appropriate people, right?

P.S. This opportunity situation only applies to most relationships as they are mostly general. Long distances will have to message me and I'll try to help through some limited experiences where I have gained knowledge about this subject.

... Also, I am not a love expert. I give comments based on my experiences...

About: Untitled

In regards to the previous post,

I do not attempt to rhyme; I never really want my writing to. But sometimes, it seems to contain a hidden rhythm; a rhythm of my mind, thought and heart; it is impulsive and concealed in meaning—that even I do not understand. I only attempt to put my thoughts into words as they come and go, like waves, as the words float towards me and give me the one and only opportunity to grasp it and use it. Nonetheless, this is prose. It is carefree prose; the only things it does contain are feelings and thoughts, bluntly put.

What was the piece about?

It was a transcription of my mind. The words that come are transcribed onto the page. Typed, written… words on paper. Sometimes even I have a hard time trying to understand how I feel and what my mind is thinking about. However, this one is quite clear to me. It’s about that very sliver of happiness or hope that can cut through a cloud of darkness and displeasure. It can be that one event, making a bad day seem good. It could be a friend, whom you treasure the time you spend together. And that very same friend who is there for you—most of the time— when you need him or her. It’s anything that gives happiness, hope, and energy within an exhausting, gloomy and uncomfortable type of … Weather.

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I need a title, but I don't have one. Broken train of thought, I wrote the draft of this first when the words first started flowing into my mind, in my school library.

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In life, sunlight can be a blinding factor. 
For me, it’s usually a good thing. 
On the days where I am feeling in discontent, the sun is a friend. 
And the sunlight—is his smile. 

I take a walk through, in the very short interval of commute, 
And embrace nature as it stands tall around me. 
The water, dancing down the steps and singing its familiar song, 
And the plants, living and enjoying their days of the quiet life. 

And then, there’s the sun. 
He spreads happiness as it peeks, through the cloak of the skies, and plays hide-and-seek. 
It’s a hard game for him as he shines so brightly. 
So easy to find, but not so easy to treasure. 

Sunlight dances across the skin of bypassing members of society, 
Some too busy to notice. 
Some too busy to acknowledge existence. 
And then, there’s our friendship. 

Sunlight dances across my cheeks and guides me, 
As I walk through nature’s path: 
Embracing nature,
Embracing the sun.

And sometimes… 
A smile peeks through this cloak of mine 
That surrenders, to the sun and his light, its purpose: 
To separate me from the world and from happiness. 

 ~WingedAura