213

Shades are drawn
No one out can see
What I've done
What's become of me
Here I stand
Above all thats been true
How I love
How I love to kill you

~ 213 : Slayer : Divine Intervention

Take a lesson from the strangeness that you feel.

Bad day. Woke up with a terrible sore throat and a fever.

Okay. So in the spirit of St. Valentine’s Day…. (yeah, right)

When you were younger you were made to believe that more than anything, love is a feeling. Something you can’t control. Something you don’t have a say over. But it seems, over the years, that it’s not. As you grow older, you realize that love, ultimately, is a decision. Feelings fade. Love shouldn’t.

At the end of the day, we choose who we love. We choose who we come home to. We choose who we take care of. We choose who we allow to take care of us. We choose who we wake up in the morning with. We choose who we share our life with. We choose who we don’t give up on. We choose who we stick with.

When I was seven, in an attempt to make me understand what love is, a very intelligent woman told me that love is something you have to give everyday to make it stick.

It is a conscious decision to “make it stick.” a deliberate and intentional effort to make it work… every single day.

We make decisions everyday, some more important than others. It’s just sad that we often leave the most important decision of our lives to chance.