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Imperfect Images

Sometimes we have expectations of things we have not seen or experienced and when it happens, it is nothing like you expect. Sometimes, they are full of imperfections and flaws that you never pictured before. I felt this the first time I saw the Colosseum in Rome. I had this beautiful image of a gigantic structure that was so architecturally intricate and intact. I pictured it like the images of it in the movie Gladiator. Even though I knew it was aged and weathered by the climates of many centuries, I still thought of it as that beautiful art of work. As I stood there in the light rain shower, I stared up at the structure, much smaller than I had thought.
It was very little of what I had imagined. However, there was beauty in the ruins of what was left behind. It contained a history, a story one could never remove from the boulders of stone that occupied the small Colosseum center.
It was then that I discovered something. The things that are truly beautiful are never how we picture them to be. Young women grow up hoping to meet their prince charming; many of us hope for this strong handsome man with a perfect job, resembling much of the stories we were read to as children. In reality, we grow up searching for this and we end up finding love in the imperfections of a man. This man may be similar to our prince from our childhood but full of beautiful imperfections that you would have never imagined in your prince. They come with a story that makes them who they are. That is beautiful.


I May Not Be Her

I may not be her,

The woman who clouded your dreams with her beauty.

I may not be her,

The woman you always desired but you were never available when she was.

I may not be her,

The woman you had loved who ran away that you so desired to win back.

Yet, love works in the most unexpected ways joining two individuals,

two strangers to cross paths and grow.

Our distinctness intertwines in the strangest ways

But as long as I am happy and you are too,

I’ll forever spend the rest of my life with you.

What does love mean to me?

What does love mean to me? Love means sacrifice; religiously, it means God. It is an emotion that binds two people together inseparably no matter the distance or the time. Love to me is when you find that person who makes you happy no matter what goes on in your life. It isn’t easily defined due to being such an abstract concept. I just know it exists when it is there. It goes beyond an emotion; it is more a physical sensation that alters your perception on life.

The Dream

This is a great poem I found online called The Dream.

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can’t dream myself awake a third time.

David Solway

Family and Career

History has reflected a change on the priorities we have in life. The past shows that the priority for us as humans was to find someone to spend the rest of our lives with and create a family-this family was our legacy, our print we left on the world. Throughout history, there were also the remarkable few that left their mark on the world with their inventions and  discoveries. However, as time progressed we have become so consumed by our personal success that the fundamental purpose of our evolutionary existence-reproduction-has degraded in importance. People focus more on their careers now than their families. People have changed their priorities to the point that many no longer believe building a family is of any necessity anymore. We have become focused on trying to achieve things like fame, money, and power and forgetting about love, friendship, and care. Society has turned selfish. We have been consumed by our personal wants and needs-we all want to be that remarkable few that leave their mark on the world without realizing how often normal people leave impacts on the lives of others that love them.

Does money and success give you more happiness than the love and friendship of your family? I don’t say one must give up on their personal dreams and become factories of children. I just say that one must take a look at what we will leave behind in this world. Are you just going to be remembered by the success you had in your career or are you also going to be remembered by the role you played in raising your family?

Einstein was married and had children too.