QOTD - 2/14/07 - Valentine's Day

[Ms. Shop-a-lot]

Happy Valentine's Day Shoppers!

Whether you endulge in chocolate, flowers and romance today or not it's well known that today is a holiday that is symbolic of love.

Ever wonder why love hurts so bad? Why can't we just live without it? We can't though, can we? I think some of the absolute miserable people that I've ever encountered are those with a limited or skewed capacity for love. Those who bring joy to myself and others are usually the ones who have a big capacity for love - whether it's passion for life or people. Love, (I think) gives us far more happiness than we realize!

Love gets me thinking about those who we just don't know how to love. Maybe it's someone from your past, someone from your family or someone you're crushing on (for you singles out there) one things for sure there's nothing worse than words unspoken! So, for that reason I picked this quote today!

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? ~Stephen Levine


So tell me, what's the most difficult love you've experienced thus far? Is it a family relationship gone sour, or the one that got away? Maybe it's a platonic relationship. Ms. Shop-a-lot wants to know who is hard to love in your life?

[sarah]

It the love that was lost and not by choice. This actually refers to a few people - my father and uncle (and grandparents), as well as my fiance from long ago and a good friend. I lost 5 of them within 2 years - all of them tragic - 1 suicide, 1 accident, 1 sudden, 1 before everything was said that needed to be and one to a slow, painful death. It took a lot to get through that time in my life - I am IMMENSLY changed because of it all, but I'm happy I had the chance of loving those people. I just wish I could have done it more.

Interestingly, my friends were into tattoos - a few of them opened their own shop. My fiance back then ALWAYS bugged me to get one with him, but there was NEVER ANYTHING that was worthy of being on me permanently. After those deaths, destiny intervened. I was at the right place, at the right time a year or so later and ended up meeting an owner of a tattoo parlor in a bar and next I knew, I was in his tattoo parlor at 10am. I got a cross with two angels on either side holding on. They, to me, symbolize my lost friends, and my lost family. It was the perfect tattoo, I'm PROUD to have it (although I'd like to jazz up the cross now, years later) and I'd be lost without it. It was a healing point for me and one that brings me security and joy now.

Whew, ok, blow the nose and back to work....