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Sunday, January 16, 2011
"Soul Mate"
Sometimes I find it difficult to simply pour my heart out. I say simply, because what is it if not simple? It's my heart and no one knows it better than I do; so, why to I find myself putting up walls and not confessing to myself the way that I feel? Life has a way of catching up with you, and I'm not sure I want it to. At least, not knowing what I know and keeping it all bottled up inside of me. Writing about my thoughts has become an escape for me. A way to let my feelings out without fear of immediate accusation. I like this; No, I love it. I ask you, person I can not see, is it too much to ask for love? For someone who seems to know you better than you know yourself? For someone who will always be there for you? I know I am young and some may even say naive, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I am looking for. I am determined to find it sooner or later. People would not describe me as one to give up on anything I see in my head and this is no exception. I know I am not perfect, yet, I can't help but wish for someone out there to see me as their other half. No, I don't believe that everyone has a soul mate. Rather, we are all part of one big soul that breathes and loves as one. It is our calling to find a part of our collective soul that we can share our life with and love until the end of our time. Maybe even after; for true love knows no distance. It always finds a way to survive.
-Hannah
-Hannah
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Message in a Bottle
This is a topic that has been on my mind constantly ever since I picked up the book "Message in a Bottle" by the one and only Nicholas Sparks. If anyone out there has read it, I would love to hear your thoughts on the novel that touched my life.
Have you ever really thought about the simple, yet intricate art of sending messages by bottles via the ocean? I never really gave any thought to the type of person who would do that, you know, sending letters out into the unknown and having not a clue in the world where it may end up.
Now ladies and gentlemen, I am not talking about the people who send messages in bottles to get some sort of idea of the way the current of the ocean flows. No. I am talking about the people who write their feelings down on paper and seal them up in a bottle that they will toss into the ocean.
That kind of act has to come with some uncertainty but when I give it a second thought, it's as if people give in to God and know that he will take the letter where it needs to be. Where whoever finds that letter washed up on the beach really needed it.
Back to the book.
If you have never read "Message in a Bottle" I strongly recommend you do.
I try to live my life freely though consciously. I do not cry on the whims of the world unless they touch something deep inside me. And believe me when I say that this book has brushed away emotion I never thought I could feel by reading words on paper.
Whenever I first began to read, I was intrigued by the sheer soul of the characters. The way this man, Garrett, pours his heart out onto a piece of paper then simply launches it into the ocean is beyond me. With each word I read of his letters, I felt the tears welling in my eyes. The pain he portrays of lost love, the way he cared and still does for his wife Catherine. The terrible loss he is living through. I couldn't possibly imagine how he felt, but at the same time, I felt like I knew him. With each word I felt closer to him and the longing to reach out and comfort him. You can imagine my shock when these feelings came as I was only laying on my bed reading this amazing book. I found myself feeling as though I was a part of something. Of a tragic story in which such passionate love is jerked away by fate. I wondered, why? How can someone so loved and so needed just be snatched away by God just whenever he realizes he has found love again? It just didn't seem fair to me. It still doesn't.
My hope is to one day visit the ocean of Wrightsville Beach in North Carolina, if such a place exists, and write my own message to Garrett of how I feel for him and how his story is always in the back of my mind. Then, I will simply slide it in a bottle, cork it, and send it out to sea where I know God will be sure Garrett finds it.
The story has come so alive in my brain that there is no questions whether Sparks wrote it based on a true story. Whether he did or did not, the story is true and real to me. Now that, my readers, is the art of writing.
-Hannah
Have you ever really thought about the simple, yet intricate art of sending messages by bottles via the ocean? I never really gave any thought to the type of person who would do that, you know, sending letters out into the unknown and having not a clue in the world where it may end up.
Now ladies and gentlemen, I am not talking about the people who send messages in bottles to get some sort of idea of the way the current of the ocean flows. No. I am talking about the people who write their feelings down on paper and seal them up in a bottle that they will toss into the ocean.
That kind of act has to come with some uncertainty but when I give it a second thought, it's as if people give in to God and know that he will take the letter where it needs to be. Where whoever finds that letter washed up on the beach really needed it.
Back to the book.
If you have never read "Message in a Bottle" I strongly recommend you do.
I try to live my life freely though consciously. I do not cry on the whims of the world unless they touch something deep inside me. And believe me when I say that this book has brushed away emotion I never thought I could feel by reading words on paper.
Whenever I first began to read, I was intrigued by the sheer soul of the characters. The way this man, Garrett, pours his heart out onto a piece of paper then simply launches it into the ocean is beyond me. With each word I read of his letters, I felt the tears welling in my eyes. The pain he portrays of lost love, the way he cared and still does for his wife Catherine. The terrible loss he is living through. I couldn't possibly imagine how he felt, but at the same time, I felt like I knew him. With each word I felt closer to him and the longing to reach out and comfort him. You can imagine my shock when these feelings came as I was only laying on my bed reading this amazing book. I found myself feeling as though I was a part of something. Of a tragic story in which such passionate love is jerked away by fate. I wondered, why? How can someone so loved and so needed just be snatched away by God just whenever he realizes he has found love again? It just didn't seem fair to me. It still doesn't.
My hope is to one day visit the ocean of Wrightsville Beach in North Carolina, if such a place exists, and write my own message to Garrett of how I feel for him and how his story is always in the back of my mind. Then, I will simply slide it in a bottle, cork it, and send it out to sea where I know God will be sure Garrett finds it.
The story has come so alive in my brain that there is no questions whether Sparks wrote it based on a true story. Whether he did or did not, the story is true and real to me. Now that, my readers, is the art of writing.
-Hannah
Introduction
I've been around the blogging block once or twice but I have never really sat down and created a blog just for me. A blog used to portray the feelings that I have on subject matters and just for me to write down what I am thinking and see if anyone out there in this world feels the same. I chose to call this blog "Life Defined" because I feel that as I go along writing, the people that read this will get a glimpse of the definition of my life. I can't promise that you will feel anything whenver you read this, I can only hope that my insight on things can help anyone in any way whatsoever. So without furter adue, let us plunge into this blog head on. And to everyone out here reading this, stay beautiful.
-Hannah
-Hannah
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