Forever

Wow, it has been like forever since I have made a blog post. I bet you all were beginning to believe that i had disappeared on you, weren't yah? Well, have no fear, Kindy is here! ;)

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Well, aside from being my normal abnormal self. I'm doing great! I'm in a relationship with the most awesomest man on earth. He's funny, caring, nutty, tells lame jokes, is a computer geek (which is great for a technical don't person like me). He comforts me when I'm down. He doesn't coddle me, but gives it to me straight from both sides. Oh yeah, I know what you're thinking, I'm painting him as the 'perfect' guy. Well, he's not, that's one thing I know. Neither am I. No one is.

Just cause I say all these nice things about him (did I forget to mention he's both handsome and adorable??? check out the banner at the top of the blog!) doesn't mean he never gets on me nerves or anything like that. Cause, trust me, he DOES. There are times when I out and out want to strangle him, or whack him back side of his head for some thing. But then again, who am I to talk? I bet there are plenty of times when he wants to do the same too me :P lolz

But hey, isn't that what love is? You keep going, you keep caring, no matter what? When that person does everything perfect for you, you love them. When they do everything wrong and you want to shove them off a cliff. You love them.

However, you don't get off easy here. You don't continue to love them just by saying "I love you". Nu-uh, it's not that easy. You love them by doing that job they couldn't get, and DON'T shove it in their faces. If you're going to do it for them, do it and swallow whatever it is that would cause you to be a smart aleck about it. Unless you think it's worth it being a jerk and causing wounds that need never exist?

Love is there, even when it might not be wanted. Love is there when you're up, and when you're down. Love is there when you don't want to do that stupid little thing that would make the person you love really happy for a reason you don't understand.

Love isn't all peachy, fuzzy, warm. Love is easy and love is tough. Love is going to give you joy beyond belief, and it's gonna tear you to pieces in a way you never thought. When you love you can't keep the walls up anymore. For love to be, you gotta give all and show all. The ugly and the beautiful. The wanted and the unwanted.

Love is doing something when you don't have a chance of ever getting something back from it. Love is doing something not because you want to, not because you have to, and not because you should. Love is doing something because you 'will'. Because you're willing to fight for it. You're willing to give all for it. No should, would, could, shall, or can. It's about will. Will, you do it? Are you WILLing to fight?

And now, that is all I have to say for that right now, and I don't even know where the all came from. How do I do that? Oh, and a note to keep in mind, this is all from my mind and is all my opinions and thoughts. I have no philosophical degree to back me up. All I got is my heart and one thing that's been shown to me. Jesus dying on the cross for our wretchedly pathetic lives that should be forever damned to the pits of hell. He LOVED us enough to come to earth (willingly) and die for us. He didn't do it because he had to. Not because he could. Most definitely not because he should've.

The only part I'm a bit befuddled on is, did he do it just because he wanted to? I'm not quite so sure about that. If he REALLY wanted to die, why would he pray for the cup of pain and suffering to pass from him? You know what I think, I think he did it because he loved us and was freely willing to do his father's will. And because he was willing to save our pathetic hides, even the whole while we mocked and turned away from him. He loved and loves us. He was willing to die. And he never in all eternity had to. God could've easily remade us all and just wiped the earth clean. But, he was willing to send his son, and his son was willing to come and die. Praise God for all the chances we get to love to one another and show love to him. It will never be the same as what he did. But we're getting the feeling of it, even when it causes us to cry or want to run away. Forever God loves, should not we follow suit?

(disclaimer: this has nothing to do with any present state of my emotions, I was merely rambling on and on about this because it felt like I might've been on to something, if you think so in any way, please, do give me your comments and critique of of my thoughts)

God bless~

Kindy out ;)