We haven’t had any communication in a while, and it’s given me time I needed to think. Remember when you said we should live with each other and be unhappy so we could be happy? Consider it a testimony to how much I love you that I spent so long pouring myself into that offer, trying to make it work. But a friend took me to the most amazing place the other day its called, The Augustium. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the Barbarians came they trashed it along with everything else. The Great Augustus, Rome’s first true great emperor.. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, one day would be in ruins? It’s one of the quietest and loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over centuries. Feels like a precious wound, like a heartbreak you won’t let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same David. Settle for living in misery because were afraid of change. Of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked around in this place at the chaos its endured. The way it’s been adapted, burned, pillaged, and found a way to build itself back up again…and I was reassured. Maybe my life hasn’t been so chaotic, It’s just the world that is. And the only real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation. Even in this eternal city. The Augustium showed me that we must always be prepared for endless waves of transformation.
Both of us deserve better than staying together because we’re afraid we’ll be destroyed if we don’t.
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.”—Karen Marie Moning (via creatingaquietmind)
“True love doesn’t happen right away; it’s an ever-growing process. It develops after you’ve gone through many ups and downs, when you’ve suffered together, cried together, laughed together.”—Ricardo Montalban
We always call a ship a “she” and not without a reason.
For she displays a well-shaped knee regardless of the season.
She scorns the man whose heart is faint and doesn’t show him pity.
And like a girl she needs the paint to keep her looking pretty.
For love she’ll brace the ocean vast, be she a gig or cruiser.
But if you fail to tie her fast you’re almost sure to lose her.
On ships and dames we pin our hopes, we fondle them and dandle them.
And every man must know his ropes or else he cannot handle them.
Be firm with her and she’ll behave when skies are dark above you.
And let her take a water wave - praise her, and she’ll love you.
That’s why a ship must have a mate; she needs a good provider.
A good strong arm to keep her straight, to comfort her and guide her.
For such she’ll brace the roughest gales and angry seas that crowd her.
And in a brand new suit of sails no dame looks any prouder.
The ship is like a dame in that she’s feminine and swanky;
You’ll find the one that’s broad and fat is never mean and cranky.
Yes ships are ladylike indeed, for take them altogether
the ones that show a lot of speed can’t stand the roughest weather.