Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it... the more it eludes you.
But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on
your shoulder.
The other day I was asked to define LOVE. How on earth was I supposed to do that..? and WHY should I care enough to put some actual thought into it? Well, as it turned out, I did care. This is what I came up with:
True love: A burning feeling of a million words, yet no way to be described.
It just is.
After a lot of contemplating... I finally realized why everybody spends their lives searching for love...
it's the closest thing we have to magic. Well, there's disneyland too, but we all can't afford to live in Disneyland forever. So we settle for love.
:)
How do we find love? Faith. Trust. and of course, Pixie Dust.
--If you find yourself lucky enough to get your hands one som of that dust that, rather than making you sneeze uncontrolably, makes you fly, let me know. Promis? I've always wanted to try flying!--
Although.. until I find love,
You can find me in Disneyland.
I'll be the one flaring my nostrils uncontrolably. ;) ((name that show))
xoxo nikki
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