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Joce-lyn
All I yearn, is for the love of someone, coupled with the love from my sibling and parents. And to me, true love is when one sees an imperfect person perfectly. Which is what I see in you. The degree of the love that I have for you, I will learn from my past mistakes and make myself better for you. Just you. Then again, maybe I'm never the one. I'm not perfect, nor am I good in any sense.
Actions never coincide with words, and thoughts never coincide with either. That is, if you ever get past the first sentence.
excerpt from 'The Hunt for Red October':
Ryan was watching something he had never seen before, men from two different places and two very different cultures trying to find common ground. both sides were reaching out, seeking similarities of character and experience, building a foundation for understanding. this was more than interesting. it was touching. ryan wondered how difficult it was for the soviets. probably harder than anything he had ever done - their bridges were burned. they had cast themselves away from everything they had known, trusting that what they found would be better. ryan hoped they would succeed and make their transition from communism to freedom. in the past two days he had come to realize what courage it took for men to defect. facing a gun in a missile room was a small matter compared with walking away from one's whole life. it was strange how easily americans put on their freedoms. how difficult would it be for these men who had risked their lives to adapt to something that men like ryan so rarely appreciated? it was people like these who had built the american dream, and people like these who were needed to maintain it. it was odd that such men should come from the soviet union. or perhaps not so odd, ryan thought, listening to the conversation going back and forth in front of him.
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did i make a decision to walk away from what i known, to move away, albeit not as courageous as such men are, but casting myself away from the familiar? and trusting what i will find is much better? i havent walked away from my entire life, yet. im still testing the surface, not yet able to see what is under the water. the situation is somewhat like freedom in its sense. its more that i need the freedom but i have two options to lead to. which one to take? did the men think it was easy to make such a decision to walk away, deserting their entire life altogether? it seems hard, yet easy.
Ryan was watching something he had never seen before, men from two different places and two very different cultures trying to find common ground. both sides were reaching out, seeking similarities of character and experience, building a foundation for understanding. this was more than interesting. it was touching. ryan wondered how difficult it was for the soviets. probably harder than anything he had ever done - their bridges were burned. they had cast themselves away from everything they had known, trusting that what they found would be better. ryan hoped they would succeed and make their transition from communism to freedom. in the past two days he had come to realize what courage it took for men to defect. facing a gun in a missile room was a small matter compared with walking away from one's whole life. it was strange how easily americans put on their freedoms. how difficult would it be for these men who had risked their lives to adapt to something that men like ryan so rarely appreciated? it was people like these who had built the american dream, and people like these who were needed to maintain it. it was odd that such men should come from the soviet union. or perhaps not so odd, ryan thought, listening to the conversation going back and forth in front of him.
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did i make a decision to walk away from what i known, to move away, albeit not as courageous as such men are, but casting myself away from the familiar? and trusting what i will find is much better? i havent walked away from my entire life, yet. im still testing the surface, not yet able to see what is under the water. the situation is somewhat like freedom in its sense. its more that i need the freedom but i have two options to lead to. which one to take? did the men think it was easy to make such a decision to walk away, deserting their entire life altogether? it seems hard, yet easy.
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