Imperfect is perfect!

She’s not perfect. I’m not either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if she can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if she admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. 

She isn’t going to quote poetry, she’s not thinking about you every moment, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you could break. Don’t hurt her, don’t change her, and don’t expect for more than she can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when she makes you happy, yell when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect girls don’t exist, but there’s always one girl that is perfect for you.

But where is she?

Transforming Memories

""A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future." ~ Lewis Smedes

Become the master of your memories instead of letting memory control you. Ironically, it’s because we forget who we are that memory runs riot in our minds. You KNOW who you are. You may just have forgotten.

So often, what we call memory is actually a way of forgetting, or at least selectively remembering. It’s all about emphasis. You are more likely to remember things that are unresolved and therefore replay them relentlessly.

Your memory is like the black box in an airplane. The black box, which is actually orange so that it can be easily found in the event of a crash, records the final moments before a crash so that people can analyze what went wrong. The question, famously asked by a comedian, is

If the “black box” flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn’t the whole airplane made out of that stuff?

Engineering riddles aside, the important point here is that the only time you watch the black box footage is if you crash. In fact you watch it over and over again, analyze every word, and every action. If you don’t crash, you don’t watch it. It’s the same with our memories. We fill our heads with the crashes and play then over and over again. Memories and optimistic beliefs about yourself and about life are literally crashing into each other in your mind. Which ones endure? The ones that get replayed most often.
 
Jason Bourne, in the Ludlum spy novels, suffers amnesia and has no idea who he is, or how he knows what he knows. In one scene, he is sitting with a woman in a café and explains that within minutes he knows that the waitress is left-handed, the guy at the bar weights 215 pounds, he has memorized the license plates of all the cars parked outside, and he has no idea how he knows these things. He says to her,

How can I know so much and not know who I am?

It’s confusing, for Bourne and for all of us, because we remember strange and haunting details from our past but so easily forget our born identity. How can we know so much, and yet forget who we are so easily?

Its time for a little reality check. Remind yourself that you know who you are. You don’t know everything. That would be boring. There is much still to find out. But you know the essence of who you are.
Tell your memory, I know who I am.
Tell your detractors, and the nagging voice of judgment, I know who I am.
Tell those haunting memories, I release your power over me. I know who I am.
Tell the people who want to drag you back into old dramas, I know who I am and I aint going back.
Tell fear, I release you. I give you back your warped memories and small perspective.

Get out the black box and replay some memories where you exceeded your own expectations. Start playing a different movie in your mind; one where your character takes the lead in making proactive choices and a positive contribution to the world.

The essence of who you are is recorded in your spiritual black box. Your spiritual black box is your still, small voice within, and it’s constantly reminding you who you are, and gently leading you to be the best version of yourself. The voices of fear and judgment are like static, as if the radio is not quite on the station. Your true voice hums along in perfect pitch and tone.

Remind yourself who you are, and your life will follow. Get your memories in perspective, and your future will follow suit. There is a scene in Alice Through the Looking Glass where the queen says to Alice.

It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Even though, as the Queen says, this sort of memory can make you giddy, it is powerful. It is your memory of the future, your imagination, the point where the memory of who you are collides with your highest intentions. You understand with confidence what needs to be done, and why. Your memories, as with your dreams and your imagination, connect you to the often hidden, and mostly untapped, powers of your mind.

Deep down you have a memory of who you are, an essence that the anxieties and traumas of life, the crashes, have partially robbed from your conscious mind. Explore your dreams, memories and surprising thoughts to recover some of the power of your full humanity. Once you recover some of this essence, you will be open to it all and attached to none of it. For there is always more to come. You can either live kicking and screaming with your heels dug deep, or head first dancing and singing. Choose to live head and heart first, and tap some of the limitless power of your mind.

Transform your memories.
May your mind transcend limitations.
May your consciousness expand in every direction.
May you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.

source : http://www.soulseeds.com/grapevine/2013/01/transforming-memories/

Certain Thoughts...

I saw a shooting star.
It made me think of God.
How Almighty He is.
It filled me with humbleness.

I saw the shooting star.
It made me think of you next.
How distant yet close you are
It filled me with a yearning passion.

Sweet September.

I met you. Then I met you again. In a sweet September. Will I ever forget?

sweet truth

Behind the silence still I thrive,
Behind the veil beats this heart,
"Behind you go", I say to its desire,
Bear with life for a long short while.

Sweet is the melody of unsung songs,
Sweet is the sound of unsaid words,
Sweet is the hope of unreached love,
Sweeten my life with your memories.

True is my pure will for you, you see
True act of worship, this patience I see,
True to goodness, please you be,
Truth be told, in my heart you I hold.

The Little Chick. (El Pollito Pio)

Get in touch with the child within you.
Have a nice day. Have some fun. Have a smile :)