“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.”

ANOTHER LOVE POST.. ohh dear, for a girl who is so ANTI LOVE; I think it is by far my favorite subject, IT IS FASCINATING. For being an almost REVOLTING subject, it's a vast concept that I hardly understand, but I love to attempt.
Okay, this this quote comes to us from the always wonderful, simply brilliant WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Anyways, all dramatics aside, (see? mental girl here.)
I think now in todays society, love (the confused deranged version of it at least.) Is based, driven in fact by looks, not by whats inside, people so often look at the surface and see a pretty face with no substance, some see the inside first, and that, when it does happen (although not often) is beautiful. Simply beautiful and wonderful.
I mean, everyone looks at the face, the face is the first thing you see, and then if you don't like the face, then generally you won't make it a point to get to know the rest of the wonderful, amazing person that they are.
I guess long story short, it just go's back to the old saying, DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. I bet, you've probably heard that a million times, but even Shakespeare said it, so it must be true, I want someone who has substance, in fact I need that. I crave someone who can match my wit with his own. I want to interesting conversations, something with real meaning. If it's all just a bunch of fluff and nonsense then I think I would drive myself absolutely crazy. BONKERS in fact. I need that, I can't just have a pretty face, it needs to have something behind it. Something that would intrigue me to stick around.
So I like puzzles you see, I'm the girl who will stay in on a perfect Saturday night to work on a puzzle, I get teased about it; yes but they are like food for my brain. Normally I'll do something like an angel puzzle, or a silly little golf course one, but anyways, what I choose to do with my time, however stupid is my choice. More intriguing are PEOPLE puzzles, people who are guarded, or people who've been hurt and they choose to close up and become defensive, they, are the most interesting puzzles in the whole world, layers upon layers or damage, or hurt, either way, they are the most fascinating people on the planet.
I have a friend like that, different and guarded, he drives me mental at times, but I can't help but care, I really can't help but feel for him. Okay the thing is, with puzzles you MUST take care of them, treat them for what they are, difficult, this go's for cardboard and for people, especially people. I have to gentle with him, I have to use patience and discernment, because one wrong move and I would mess the whole thing up, if I'm not careful I can hurt him, and it's so easy.
You know how puzzles come in different numbers of pieces? yah so do people, some people have puzzles of only a hundred pieces and some of more like 200 and so of and so forth, my friend is like a puzzle of ONE MILLION pieces. Every move you make to try to put him back together the piece doesn't fix and you have to go back and look for the correct piece, you almost never find the correct answer (piece) and you will literally drive yourself mad.
Every once in awhile, a great while, a piece though comes into place, and it makes sense. An answer has been found, one layer is gone, and when that happens, I become so happy; it really does make me happy, and it takes a lot to actually make me happy or smile, but this guy does, so when a piece or two has been fitted properly, it's amazing.

People are like puzzles, the mind needs puzzles. LOVE is the greatest puzzle that anyone will ever attempt to solve; not even some of the greats figured it out, I know I'll never be able to fully understand it. So the long story short, (and now I will conclude) that "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind"

-Birdy

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.”

“We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.”

"We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all."
Oh how I love this quote, and how it hits home for me. It's a beautiful quote by the ever amazing Eleanor Roosevelt. She, honestly I think couldn't have been more true.
Girls (yes I know, to any boys who read this, I'm sorry. We are complicated creatures.) But in all honesty. It's so true. Why would you put your self out there for someone who doesn't even know you really exist? Because of "love"? What a silly reason, but it's a good one. People will go bloody mental over love, (not that I understand any of their nonsense and madness...) ((although.. sadly. It does drive you mental. Mad as a box of cats in fact.))
Why would you want to love someone? Give them your all, everything about you, why would you give up all that for love? It's mad I think, just mad. But, people do it. They sacrifice themselves, their hearts, their trust.
What possess you to give up so valuable as your trust? Love I guess. Trusting someone with your secrets, your dreams, your life. EVERYTHING. It's hard to give up everything, and speaking for a control freak, I know it'll take a long while before I would even consider telling all my secrets, everything I hope for, dream for, but then again, dreams are nothing, hope is bigger then life.


Yah so I know this is a super short post. I just don't know what else I can say about "LOVE" I think love is difficult, unattainable, hard, so incredibly hard. I believe that love can lead to sabotage and hurt and heartbreak. I believe these things because I've seen them, and it's heartbreaking to see someone you care about so much go through something so difficult and miserable. Love though, maybe? Maybe someday it'll be for me, but right now, I just couldn't do it. I don't have the strength to put hope into it.

-Birdy.

"We are afraid to care to much, for fear that the other person does not care at all."
 -Eleanor Roosevelt.

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

I love this quote, absolutely love this. Because no truer words have ever been written.
Everyday, girls get up super early in the morning to do their hair, makeup and find the perfect outfit to wear to school, or to work. They spend maybe an hour on their make-up, trying to make it look just perfect, so maybe today someone will notice, accept them, love them.
When I say love, I don't just mean the romantic type of love, I also mean the kind that can come from a best friend, a sibling, or a parent. Love meaning acceptance, being truly wanted in todays society.
Everyone fights for acceptance, and some people succeed and some fail miserably, and some do it without even realizing they're doing it. I don't go to a normal school, I stay home and do it, I wander around the house in sweat pants and a tee shirt. I almost never do my hair in the morning, just tossing it into a bun, making it work, I rarely put make-up one when I'm at home, I run around like a completely idiot, yelling and screaming like I'm dying, but I won't do something like that when I'm out in public? I mean, it really depends on where I am. If I'm with my friends, the yelling is to a minimum, but the being crazy. ALL.TIME.HIGH. I have learned that I don't so much care about what people think about me, I'm being myself (a toned down version) but still myself. I want to make a REAL impression on someone, not a fake one.
When we actually broach the subject of being fake, or changing to become excepted, people normally shut you out or they become very defensive. It's not easy being told that you're not acting like yourself, just to fit in. Because in reality everyone wants to be accepted, and everybody wants to be wanted. I myself am not even immune to that desire; especially being a young woman, I still want that, for boys it's not nearly as bad, but girl struggle with it so much.
Girls, (in my opinion) can be completely ruthless sometimes, everything in our world involves being better then someone else, wanting to look the best so that you can be loved, and accepted by other women. Horrible girls do play a huge part in bulling, girls that may not have as much money, who don't wear the best cloths, or who look just so perfect can get made fun of, teased, to the point of madness (and bulling is another big issue).
I think as I close this blog post, (that I'll admit, is very overdue) I'll say again, accept it, accept love, because it's one of the best gifts in the whole world, maybe someone loves you just the way you are, mad as a box of cats; but you're to consumed with yourself image to really and truly realize that.

-Birdy

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

Okay, so now to take a break from Peter Pan, this is a Harry Potter quote! Woo!
Now that we have that out of the way, This particular quote comes from the... first book, yes! I choose it because it's still kind of like the last blog post I did, about dreams, but unlike my last blog post this one discourages you from living on your dreams.
As a child, you play pretend, you dream but soon when you grow up and then it no longer becomes socially acceptable to just sit at home all day dreaming, you need to live too. I'm not saying don't dream, because we need dreams to function, even some adults dream, but you don't see them dwell on them now do you? No they live, and sometimes they live out their dreams.
At eleven, when Hogwarts letters are sent out, most of the kids are in that state where they want to be all grown up and want nothing to do with childish things, so it's a good age, and at Hogwarts they do a lot of growing up, but the acceptance age is the one I want to focus on. Eleven, to young to be a teenager, but to old to be a child. A (Personally I think) very awkward age, you're going to through puberty and you don't really know what to do with your self. You want to be all grown up and participate in grown up things, but because they still see you as a young child, you can't. You may think you're to old to even dream, or read fairy tales, well, I was probably the only eleven year old who still watched disney fairy tales on a regular basis. That's because I was young, and I liked grown up things, like sitting at the adults table instead of the kids table at family gatherings, or being involved in their conversations, but I couldn't really partake in them now could I? I was a child.
Some kids don't like to dream, even when they're young, to go it alone with no hopes or dreams to back them up in life, and I certainly was not that that child! I loved to dream, I could sit for hours on our window seat, looking out our front windows; watching the squirrels play, wishing, DREAMING that I could be one of them. I soon learned that being a squirrel would probably suck, but still I loved to dream about their lives.
I'm seventeen now, a far cry from that little girl who sat on the window to dream about the life of small woodland creatures, I think now about my future, what I want to be when I grow up, (which I guess I should've thought about that a long time ago..) I think about love, and what it really is, and I think maybe someday that it could be for me.

-Birdy


"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”

As a child, you are generally fearless. you have to worry about silly things like falling and cutting yourself of course, but you don't worry about what you're going to do with yourself in the future, or if you'll end up completely alone later in life. You want always to be a child and to have fun, not to worry. You grow up though, and then you have more things to be afraid of then just a scrape on your knee or a bump on your head. School worries take over, family worries, friendships, all sorts a things. You cease to have that childhood mentality, you begin to doubt in things that you grew up learning. "All the monsters live under your bed and if you don't believe in them, you'll be safe" that's a childhood thought, and when you grow up you see they're scarier things in the world. Monsters like 'betrayal' 'lying' 'being hurt' and many more. The point is that the monsters in your closet become things of the past, to be replaced with adult fears.
When you're a child, Peter Pan is a thought process (I call this the 'Peter Pan Mentality') Peter is the embodiment of childhood, and Peter is a child (the book even says that he still has all his baby teeth) he's immature and frankly he's not afraid of anything. Remember though, he is a child, he doesn't face any of those adult worries or fears, all he has to worry about is to make sure he doesn't do anything to stupid (but how often does that happen? I mean really?) I remember when I was little all I wanted to do was fly, I didn't care how I did it, I could've jumped off a roof to try, and believe me I certainly tried (word from the wise, don't do it!) I would jump off things, or run to get a head start and plow into something or someone. Those attempts gained me some battle scars and a couple sprained ankles. I tried so hard one I ran into a door I wasn't looking where I was going and it wasn't very pretty, but believe it or not the next day I was at it again. I told my mom multiple times that I flying was what I wanted, I always told her that I wanted go in a plane, she always told me that we never had the money to take my family of five on a plane. I didn't ask her again, I was seven last time I wanted to fly, I grew up, I was fifteen when I finally flew on a plane, and I was petrified, I flew alone to go meet my best friend in Florida for a week, and being alone on a plane for the first time, growing up and hearing of all the various plan crashes over the years, well it's enough to instill a little bit of fear. The ten year anniversary of 9/11 had passed about a week prior to me flying out. It wasn't as fun as I thought, but it certainly was not as bad as it could've been. Over all it was a wonderful flight, I flew back just fine and I now don't really have any desire to repeat that experience.
That's what I'm talking about though, when I was seven I would've given anything to fly in a plane or fly in Neverland, just to fly and be free. I would even injure myself to fulfill my dream. I'm grown up now, I'm very fearful of things. "The moment when you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to." I doubt that I can do it anymore, and I've grown up, I mean what five year old thinks that they can't rule the world someday? What five year old thinks that they'll never get married or they'll never be able to do what they want, they are FEARLESS.
So take a page from the younger generation, see how they live life to the fullest, how they notice everything and anything. Watch how to live, how they operate, do they care if you tell them no you can't fly. No they will try to their whole being. They play out their future as they see it, a future when they will be forever Young. Truly FEARLESS.

-Birdy

 "The moment when you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to."

“Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. ”

Away we go, away we fly, to our imaginations, to a place in our minds that's safe, and is available to no one else but you. An escape from reality as it t'were, I think we all have somewhere like that, with our own special way to get there. Mine is a quite little spot in the very back of my mind, I arrive there right before I fall into the dream state. It's special and warm, all floaty and it's mine, and only who I allow to be in it is there. My friends, a couple family members, my pony and a couple of other things that I cherish. That's my Neverland and it's just past the point where I start to laugh uncontrollably, the turning point right after so slap happy beyond belief. It's a place where I will say ANYTHING, but most importantly. It's my place.
Neverland. Let's just ponder that for a moment if you don't mind. Neverland, one word. BIG meaning. A place where children WILL dream, to make their day dreams come true. I think I always wished to go there, I mean who doesn't want to see mermaids, or be able to fly? I would, wouldn't you?
Peter is some people's Neverland, he's their second star to the right and straight on till morning. Just past sanity and a right at reasoning. A boy who can fly? I mean who thinks of this stuff? Someone who still holds onto their childhood with an iron fist that's who. J.M. Berrie wrote about a boy who could fly, who had a fairy for a best friend, someone who fought pirates, a boy of legends, a boy that every young person somedays dreams of being.
I'm seventeen, I should be all grown up, but look at that, I'm not, one year till I'm legal; hardly any plans for what to do, but for me; I think that's where I need to be, I take things as they come to me, not the other way around. I used to be a planner, but everything kinda fell apart all around me. I said ''screw planning, I'm gonna do this my way" my dream state then took over, I follow my heart when I make decisions, because my future is only what I make my present to be. Some people like to live in the past, but the past is what has shaped me to be who I am now, in the PRESENT. My present will mold my future, not the other way around. I can't live like my future will change my present. Because it won't and I'm sorry if that's how you (my readers((if I even have any))) think.
A dream state, (Neverland) is where my dreams are taken to be accounted for, to live in harmony with each other, for me to pick and choose which one I would like to use.  Where my dreams are SAFE from people who want to discourage me, or throw me off the path of my success, my dreams that will carry me though life.
Now let us not become confused for a second. I'm in no way saying that my dreams are the only guidelines to my life, because if that was true then I would have everything that I want; sadly however I don't. I have what I have though hard work and dedication. I pick a dream and I stick with it, until it's no longer a dream but it's a true reality. Then I can replace it with a new dream, a new mission.
Maybe someday my dream state will be empty, but with any luck, I'll get married someday, have kids and then have dreams for them. I never want to go to my dream state one night, right before I drift off to sleep and find that there's nothing there anymore. I want to be a dreamer forever, because right now I AM a dreamer.

-Birdy

"Second star to the to right and straight on 'til morning."

"Wendy will cry but her love will NEVER die, for the boy who taught her how to fly"

We all grow up, but sometimes we even love, yes even as a young child we still love, not just for our parents, or our siblings, (but lets face it, who likes their siblings when you're young?) most of the time it's for a childhood friend, a childhood love as they are more commonly known as, I think every one has one, someone they've either dated, or just become best friends, but still everyone's had one. I still know mine actually, and I've been friends with him for years, and it's just been a friendship, and a wonderful one at that, but still, he was one of the first boys I actually liked, and enjoyed hanging out with other then my brother.
Peter Pan (yes, it does all come back to that) was the only one who never truely loved, oh he cared for Wendy, but he would never really love her the way that she wanted. Peter needed Wendy but in a way that he would have someone who was there for him, to share his adventures with, but nothing more. Wendy, I believe truly had feelings for this wild, unruly child but Peter would never have feelings for her. He was (as I stated before) WILD. Completely and utterly wild, never to be tamed by a human, or a mother.
Peter never wanted a mother, that's why he ran away, so he could be young forever and always, but when he met Wendy and brought her to live with him I think the last thing he expected was that she would be so good for him. That she would keep him grounded and make him think about his answers, but I don't think that Wendy expected that she would find her childhood love in Peter. Now a days that's all people want in books, is an epic romance between the two main characters, but what ever happened to just a friendship? A friendship with more meaning then anything, a friendship so powerful that the other would die for them, that's what Peter and Wendy's friendship is.
I want a friendship like that more then anything, where someone who loves me more then they love themselves is willing to give up their lives just to keep me safe. Everything has it's time though right?
When you hear the phrase, "she's your Wendy isn't she?" you instantly think of Peter Pan, because where else in all of literacy is the name Wendy so widely recognized? In Peter Pan, Wendy is his best friend, his companion. Wendy on the other hand was also someone he cherished, someone he cared deeply for, he cried when Wendy grew up, and he fought to try to make her stay in Neverland with him but in end it just wasn't enough, Peter doesn't know that every relationship needs compromise, and theirs was no different. When Peter didn't compromise Wendy did the only thing that she knew, which was to leave, and soon Peter realized what she had done and he was sad, but he tried to get over it, but he never did, that's why he went after Wendy.
We all in away try to hold onto our first loves, our childhood best friends or maybe even our people now. Some stay in contact, maybe talking over the phone every couple of months, or writing letters, (oh wait, you guys mostly use email now don't you?) or some even go the step farther and see each other, but then they're some that make that the big step and maybe keep those feelings for each other, realizing that what they had in when they were children was real and wasn't just something that they made up in their minds. They pursue a relationship and it works, for the most part, it's theirs.

-Birdy

"Wendy will cry but her love will NEVER die, for the boy who taught her how to fly."