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Thursday, November 1, 2012

love this young guy



http://cmamusicfestival.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/scotty-mccreery-2.jpg

scotty mccreery =) will you please come my way?=)

Sing to me. and id probably have my jaws locked because i wont be able to stop myself from smiling.
id love to see you with your trade mark way of leaning a bit along with the microphone when you're singing.


oh and by the way even though its the second of November. Its All Souls Day, Id want to greet you a merry Christmas..

Ive come across one of your Christmas vids on youtube, and I have to admit that I love how simple yet melodious you pull this one up.=)

http://pmctvline2.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/mb1_4426_1-scotty-mccreery-blog120124114048.jpg?w=640
http://www.countrymusicrocks.com/scotty_mccreery_003.jpg

cant coerce it. it just happens. sometimes at the most unexpected moments.

In The Mastery of Love, Don Miguel Ruiz tells this story about a man who didn't believe in love. This was an ordinary man just like you or me, but what made this man special was his way of thinking: He thought love didn't exist. Of course, he had a lot of experience trying to find love, and he had observed the people around him. Much of his life had been spent searching for love, only to find that love didn't exist.

Wherever this man went, he used to tell people that love is nothing but an invention of the poets, an invention of religions just to manipulate the weak mind of humans, to have control over humans, to make them believe. He said that love is not real, and that's why no human could ever find love even though he might look for it.

This man was highly intelligent, and he was very convincing. He read a lot of books, he went to the best universities, and he became a respected scholar. He could stand in any public place, in front of any kind of people, and his logic was very strong. What he said was that love is just like a drug; it makes you very high, but it creates a strong need. You can become highly addicted to love, but what happens when you don't receive your daily dose?

Then one day this man was walking in a park, and there on a bench was a beautiful lady who was crying. When he saw her crying, he felt curiosity. Sitting beside her, he asked if he could help her. He asked why she was crying. You can imagine his surprise when she told him she was crying because love didn't exist. He said, "This is amazing—a woman who believes that love doesn't exist!" Of course, he wanted to know more about her.

"Why do you say love doesn't exist?" he asked.

"Well, it's a long story," she replied. "I married when I was young, with all the love, all the illusions, full of hope that I would share my life with this man. We swore to each other our loyalty, respect, and honor, and we created a family. But soon everything changed. I was the devoted wife who took care of the children and the home. My husband continued to develop his career, and his success and image outside of home was more important to him than our family. He lost respect for me, and I for him. We hurt each other, and at a certain point I discovered that I didn't love him, and he didn't love me."

Understanding the woman very well, the man embraced her and said, "You're right. Love doesn't exist. We look for love, we open our heart and we become vulnerable, just to find selfishness. It doesn't matter how many relationships we have; the same thing happens again and again. Why even search for love any longer?"

They were so much alike, they became the best of friends. It was a wonderful relationship. They respected each other and they never put each other down. With every step they took together, they were happy. There was no envy or jealousy, there was no control, there was no possessiveness. The relationship kept growing and growing. They loved to be together, because when they were together they had a lot of fun. When they were apart, they missed each other.

One day when the man was out of town, he had the weirdest feeling. He was thinking, " Hmm, maybe what I feel for her is love. But this is so different from what I have ever felt before. It's not what the poets say it is, it's not what religions say it is, because I am not responsible for her. I don't take anything from her. I don't have the need for her to take care of me. I don't need to blame her for my difficulties or to take my dramas to her. We have the best time together, we enjoy each other. I respect the way she thinks, the way she feels. She doesn't embarrass me; she doesn't bother me at all. I don't feel jealous when she's with other people; I don't feel envy when she is successful. Perhaps love does exist, but it isn't necessarily what everyone thinks it is."

If you take your happiness and put it in someone else's hands, sooner or later, they are going to break it. If you give your happiness to someone else, they can always take it away. Then if happiness can only come from inside of you and is the result of your love, you are responsible for your happiness, not someone else. That is the mistake most of us make as we begin to learn about love. We base our happiness on our partner, and it doesn't work that way. Making all these promises that we cannot keep simply sets us up for failure.