Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye of Project V.O.I.C.E. perform “When Love Arrives,” a poem about the expectations and realities of love. The poem was co-written by Sara…
I knew exactly what Love looked like in 7th grade
Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my home room I would have recognized him at first glance – Love wore a hemp necklace. I would have recognized her at first glance – Love wore a tight French braid. Love played acoustic guitar, and knew all my favorite Beatles’ songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew I just must be searching the wrong class room, just must be checking the wrong hallway. She was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him. :)
But when Love finally showed up – she had a bull cut! He wore the same clothes everyday for a week. >3< Love hated the bus. Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.
Instead, every time I tried to kiss Love, our teeth got in the way!!!
Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor but made sure we never miss a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up that’d be “Hello”… “Hh..” “Hello?” “Hh…” “I guess I’d hang up.”
And Love grew. Stretched like a trampoline.
Love changed. Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth. Loosing parts of me I thought I needed.
Love vanished. Like an amateur magician everyone could see the trapdoor but me. Like a flat tire – there were other places I had planned on going. But my plan didn’t matter.
Love stayed away for years. And when Love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.
Love smells different now, had darker eyes. A broader back, Love came with freckles that I didn’t recognize. New birth mark – a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns. New favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of someone else. Songs Love didn’t like to listen to, so did I.
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly. We found jokes that make us laugh. And now Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. (But Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.) :)
Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. :< Love is messier now. Love is simple. Love uses the word boobs in front of my parents! Love chews too loud. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses a smiley face in her text messages. And turns out… Love shits. :]
But Love also cries; And Love will tell you “You are beautiful”, and mean it. Over and over again.
“You are beautiful.”
When you first wake up, “You are beautiful.” When you’ve just been crying, “You are beautiful.” When you don’t wanna hear it, “You are beautiful.” When you don’t believe it,“You are beautiful.” When nobody else will tell you, “You are beautiful.” Love still thinks, “You are beautiful.” But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget. When you need to hear it most, “You are beautiful.”
Do not forget this. Love is not who you were expecting. Love is not what you can predict. Maybe Love is in New York City already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe Love is always in the wrong time-zone. Maybe Love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for Love.
Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce. Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe Love is only there for a month. Maybe Love is there for every firework. Every birthday party. Every hospital visit. Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must. When Love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”
“ Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. ”
Remember the day I borrowed your brand
new car and dented it?
I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach,
and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you’d say, “I told you so.” But you didn’t.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all
the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you’d leave, but you didn’t.
Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie
all over your car rug?
I thought you’d hit me, but you didn’t.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance
was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you’d drop me, but you didn’t.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from Vietnam.
But you didn’t.
The origin of the poem: a common American family, mother and daughter lived together. Father was enlisted and went to Vietnam when daughter was 4 years old. Unfortunately he died. The mother didn’t remarry and lived to 80. when she died, her daughter found a letter in her mother’s things which the poem above “but you didn’t”!
What are the most valuable things everyone should know?
Answer by Jordan B Peterson:
Tell the truth. Do not do things that you hate. Act so that you can tell the truth about how you act. Pursue what is meaningful, not what is expedient. If you have to choose, be the one who does things, instead of the one who is seen to do things. Pay attention. Assume that the person you are listening to might know something you need to know. Listen to them hard enough so that they will share it with you. Plan and work diligently to maintain the romance in your relationships. Be careful who you share good news with. Be careful who you share bad news with. Make at least one thing better every single place you go. Imagine who you could be, and then aim single-mindedly at that. Do not allow yourself to become arrogant or resentful. Try to make one room in your house as beautiful as possible. Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today. Work as hard as you possibly can on at least one thing and see what happens. If old memories still make you cry, write them down carefully and completely. Maintain your connections with people. Do not carelessly denigrate social institutions or artistic achievement. Treat yourself as if you were someone that you are responsible for helping. Ask someone to do you a small favour, so that he or she can ask you to do one in the future. Make friends with people who want the best for you. Do not try to rescue someone who does not want to be rescued, and be very careful about rescuing someone who does. Nothing well done is insignificant. Set your house in perfect order before you criticize the world. Dress like the person you want to be. Be precise in your speech. Stand up straight with your shoulders back. Don’t avoid something frightening if it stands in your way — and don’t do unnecessarily dangerous things. Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them. Do not transform your wife into a maid. Do not hide unwanted things in the fog. Notice that opportunity lurks where responsibility has been abdicated. Read something written by someone great. Pet a cat when you encounter one on the street. Do not bother children when they are skateboarding. Don’t let bullies get away with it. Write a letter to the government if you see something that needs fixing — and propose a solution. Remember that what you do not yet know is more important than what you already know. Be grateful in spite of your suffering.
“ What one can say about a person who named as time’s 100 influential people for writing a pulp novel.There are beautiful people who are writing far better than him are not in news.This fact got hinged in his subconscious.And from that day to this day, all he is trying to cop the unbearable attention from media.They say,” a man will suffer if he doesn’t craft his success “. For several years he has been pushing himself in politics and social causes to mask as social crusader.His whole effort is to say today is,” I exist,please don’t put the camera off “.
I think the people who read him are actually the people who read only him on Earth.They are unwilling to upgrade their perception.The likes of Chetan Bhagat,Kiran Bedi ,Mallika Sarabhai or any self-acclaimed chauvinist or social activist or women activist have one thing in common,whatever they do good or bad,their whole idea is to say “i exist”. Even if society doesn’t need them.With 100 news channels in India,they are part of Marketing Holocaust.Media needs them as they need media.Both wait for the iron to be hot.That’s it.In a long run these people finally end up look like Poonam Pandey,just because of false ideology.Their priority is always ,first them then society.A typical media whore!
I know many greedy people who join NGOs for money,free traveling,luxuries and for the tag “Social Crusader” to upgrade their resume.Real activists(Azim Premji) are those who do job even if cameras are off. Arvind Kejrival worked with Mother Teresa after quitting engineering job and before joining civil services.Quit civil services to make bigger change.Quit NGO to make the biggest change.Today fighting with the biggest parties.How many people can do that?The unstoppable guts within him, can only come when someone is extreme hater or lover of society.An anarchist or people like AK both are equally necessary for society.The Batman exists only when the Joker exists.One to save people from gravity and other to give a gentle push into gravity.The people like us who lie in between these two extremes,unfortunately become supporters or critics of either this or that side.We are not doers.They are the real doers.
Now some people like me digest this and other people like Kiran Bedi don’t.Her show about ‘Home Quarrel’ aired on national TV. Oh! She loves camera.She was invited as CM candidate from AAP but declined in fear of future of the party, is now left totally baffled and jealous.Now she is similar to the people who write everyday in evening about politics on their Facebook wall,wait for likes-comments-discussions,eat samosas ,fart and go to sleep.
The Joker is corrupt,we know that but when the chips are down who will take care of the fake moralists.The real headaches of the future India are these resourceful and respectful people like Chetan Bhagat who know the right man but stand opposite just because of self-obsession and self-preservation.I have a noun “Padha-Likha Gawar” for them.
If anyone stands selflessly for good and you don’t have the heart to do so then do middle finger to this guy to be in a limelight.This is your mantra!! And AAP is an Item girl !! Kiss my ass!! The curious case of being Arvind Kejriwal is people secretly admire him but bully him on face.
In brief, the unknown people from unknown places who volunteered for uttarakhand and the moraly-awakened special people who walked with candles in Anna’s movement or Nirbhaya’s movement and update their presence with pictures on Facebook ,are polar opposite persona. ”