Vena Amoris

Vena Amoris, "The Vein Of Love", located in our ring finger on our left hand. The finger in which we find ourselves that amazing person that we love and ask them to spend forever together, and stick a shiny ring on it. Now, we spend our whole lives looking for that person to love, to give our Vena Amoris too. When do we know we have found the right person? In the generation it seems impossible to actually give your Vena Amoris to anyone, as we see the divorce rate rising so high. If it's " The Vein Of Love", then how do we lose that love? 

My Life?

How come we can't make our own life choices? I don't understand why I can't make my own life choices. If I love somebody and they love me why can't I make the choice, to plan a future or think about a future with them. Instead I get told to keep my options open, to not commit to something when I haven't seen the world. I can see the world all I want, but I'll still love that person. If I keep searching for better or perfect I won't find it, there is no such thing! The best I can get, is someone I love and someone who loves me for me! I have what I want in life, I have what I need, I do what I want in life, and I strive for things I want or need. I can make my own decisions in life! So why do we allow ourselves to listen to those who choose to try to change our minds, or give us rules to follow to shape our future? How come we allow others to write our future, when we are capable of doing it ourselves!

Perfection

PERFECTION. Why is it even a word? Why do we put ourselves through the thoughts that there is a perfection, for everything. A perfect look, a perfect day, a perfect boy, a perfect life, everything is put on a pedestal, with the label PERFECT. Now for us that pedestal is impossible to get to, nothing we can do, or try can even get us close. Why do we do this to ourselves, when all we give ourselves is the reality and hurt that perfection is unable to be reached. We do this time and time, again searching and trying so hard for this perfection which is so far gone, we will never reach it. Why do we always set ourselves up for failures by the label of PERFECT?

Hurt

When you feel like all you've ever been is hurt, how do we deal? Can we get over this feeling, this scare? How do we learn to trust or be happy with what we have, when we are afraid, afraid to be hurt. When all you've ever know is hurt can we move on, can we pack up our life, and leave behind our hurt or is our hurt a part of us. A part of us that we can't let go, like our baby pictures, or our childhood dolls. Does our hurt keep us content? 

When in a relationship, past relationships never leave; comparisons, memories, and hurt. But does our hurt help us along this new path, or hold us back? This hurt can scare us, make us take things slower, or make us more paranoid, but in the end does it help us. Does this hurt, save us from the same hurt we have already experienced, does it teach us a lesson? Hurt can save us, but also cause us more problems. Worry, doubt, trust, all gets thrown away once we are hurt once, and every time it just adds more and more. How can we deal with this? How does this help us, when all it is doing is making us more scared and more cautious and less trusting? 

If possible can we somehow train ourselves to get rid of this hurt, pack up life and leave only hurt behind?