#exsist

From Latin resistere,"make a stand against, oppose"

“We exist at two levels—one at the level of waves and another at the level of the ocean. As waves we are individual human beings and as the ocean we are the supreme being.” #oshoquotes #oceanwaves #supremebeing #humanbeing #exsist #transformationtuesday #transformation #individuality #waves #naturebrilliance #levelingup (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQJa_AuLniGqlWHbSUc76w1gi2_GzxJRm0m4JI0/?utm_medium=tumblr

I lowkey can’t wait for Valentine’s Day

I’ve been a messy whirlwind of thoughts lately. Some positive, some demanding, and some just pointless. Nonetheless I get through them. Lately though I have heard, read and talked a lot about the concept of ‘Love Language’. And the ways that it is different for everyone, some people’s language of love is shown through materialistic things, some with security, and others aren’t so demanding of much at all. But it got me really thinking about mine own. When I first started to really think about it, my initial thought was the language of affections- holding me, kissing me, cuddling me closely every night. Don’t get me wrong those sort of things are very much intertwined into my language of love. But I also got to thinking it has more to do with reciprocation and validation as well. My next thought is going to come as a blurred line, and I guess- far fetched. But, some people live based on the value of “Treat others how you want to be treated” and I have come to realize I, myself do not live by this value. To me it’s like being robbed of your power. I know that I am capable of love (whether it be a romance type of love or love for a dear friend)  and I know I am also capable of forgiveness. For me, just because I cannot or will not receive those things for another individual does not mean it will rob me other thing things I know I am, and am capable of. Which brings me back, my language of love would be being in a place with my girlfriend where we can reciprocate the same feelings and respects for one another, without it having to be demanded but naturally. Now, validation. This has always been a struggle of mine, and maybe it is a little selfish to push that onto somebody else to help fulfill in myself. But with mines, I would never and could never let a day pass by where I don’t tell them, or through my actions let them know that it is them and only them for me. I grew up in an environment where for majority of my days I was set to not exist, not be there. Make it sound like there was nobody in the house. Maybe it is a petty excuse, but for the life of me ALL I want it to exist, out loud. I wanna be here, and know that it is an item that those around me take pride in.  I don’t think that my language of love is demanding nor a language that is hard to understand. I love with my arms wide open, I love with a love and caring that never gives up and never falters.