“
No, I do not want
to be lovedunconditionally. I want to be
shown when I am treating you
less than you deserve. I want
you to leave if I ever start making
you promises I do not see
through. Love me for my flaws,
yes. But don’t you dare ever
allow them to hurt you.
— Beau Taplin
Never be sorry for who you are. Your personality should never be shrouded in what society expects of you. Be shamelessly, unapologetically you. You will find the world rallies behind those who carve roads of their own.
“
A
relationship is like a slow dance. Every movement must be taken
carefully and in consideration of the partner’s and a
single misstep can often result in disaster. But when a couple
dedicates themselves to perfecting this performance, to the
pursuit of intimately knowing each other, the result is
devastatingly beautiful. Selflessness and compromise meet
together like clasped hands. While trust and loyalty lock like
a love-struck gaze. Care and understanding bear each challenge
with mastery and poise, like pairs of nimble feet spinning
gracefully across a dance floor. As one partner bends, the
other bows. As one partner falls, the other reaches out to
catch her. When a relationship works, it is effortless and
fluid—a meticulously choreographed pirouette between two
partnered souls in perfect balance.
‘This Slow Dance’ | Beau Taplin
‘This Slow Dance’ | Beau Taplin
THE
DIFFERENCE BETWEEN an ordinary life
and an extraordinary one is only a matter of perspective.
Pull the blinds. Look around you. It is a weird wonderful
world and you do not require a ten digit bank account to
immerse yourself in it. Travel down dusty roads without a
destination in mind. Climb a mountain and scream out into
the void. Kiss a stranger. Skinny dip in a lake. Get lost
and lose yourself (these are two separate things). Explore
the wilderness (particularly the one within). Think less of
destiny and more of the moment right here. Because when you
are nearing the end of your life, surrounded by all of your
family and friends, fame won’t matter, nor will the
extent of your wealth—you are the sum of the stories
you can tell.
There is something sick
and sorry about a world that endorses the consumption of other human
beings as if they were no more than just another material
thing—that teaches us it is OK to cycle through romances like
they were the chamber of a revolver in a game of Russian roulette.
