My Love Of Love

Through life, people experience many kinds of love. Many people often believe they love someone, when they actually do not because they may not know what the word means. As much as we want to understand love, it is still simply indescribable. As C.S. Lewis tries to explain it in his book, The Four Loves, it is still a mystery as to what love truly means. I believe in order to know what love means, one must experience it. It is quite true that went two individuals are in love with each other, they know it and can feel it. No matter how much love is studied and looked at, every individual must experience it to understand it. Along with this love lies circumstances which lead

Flurries of snow roiled in motion under the command of capricious, roaring winds. I stood and marveled at the sight as my eyes traced the white balls thudding against the ground and architectures all at once at exactly the same speeds. Particles of snow danced in joyful synchronization in mid December of ‘05. This was my earliest recollection. This was the day I left my family 12,678 kilometers away to come to the United states for the pursuit of a better way of life. I remember sitting on a rusty old bench on the first day of Kindergarten. The sounds of children at play echoed from the playground, stomping and running and laughing. None of the worries of adults crossed their minds, only how to elude capture by their friends. The rhythmic creaking of swings went back and forth, and some kids tried to time their jumps from the swings to the rhythm. I was one of those children growing up who would pry open a brand new remote control car to pull every component apart than play with it. I surmise this is where my love of engineering truly began.

To adequately explain my immense love of the arts and social sciences, I must first recount my experiences of art and how that experience shaped me to become, and I quote my mother, the “artsy fartsy” person I am today. Like any child, when I was in elementary school, I changed what career path I wanted to pursue frequently. In kindergarten, after watching Bob Ross paint in an afterschool infomercial that a teacher showed (and being so enthralled with it, I nearly cried), I decided I wanted to be an artist. A traveling art merchant who lived in Paris because to me, France was the epicenter of artistic innovation. My mother encouraged me to follow my heart, and I did. I'd won several local art competitions by the time I was ten and life was good. Sadly, by the time I was in third grade, my romanticized view of art had changed drastically. I was disenchanted with the art scene in my town, and I told my mother that I wanted nothing to do with crayons, let alone a full-blown art career. Not surprisingly, I quickly latched on to another hobby, singing. My passion for singing, at the time, was so pure and my talents were limitless. My friends and family told me it was a natural gift, and that I was given a vocal range that rivaled even the best in the business, and I believed them. They fueled my desire to train my voice, to join every local choir I could, and to eventually even travel as far as Los Angeles to showcase my talents. But, I slowly became disenchanted with singing

Love is said to be one of the most desired things in life. People long for it, search for it, and crave it. It can come in the form of partners, friends, or just simply family. To some, love is something of a necessity in life, where some would rather turn a cold shoulder to it. Love can be the mixture of passion, need, lust, loyalty, and blood. Love can be extraordinary and breathtaking. Love being held so high can also be dangerous. Love can drive people to numerous mad things with it dangerously so full of craze and passion.

Love is one of the strangest, but most powerful emotions that a person could feel. It can make a person or break one. The classic

As a person first falls in love at least a thousand brain parts start to light up. The brain release hormones, feelings and butterflies. Love is also loving a person unconditionally no matter what. Love is the most powerful emotion a human being can experience. In today’s society it’s hard for people to know what true love is. At times I ask myself why it is so hard to find love. I believe the word love is abused. When people use the word love it is used as an expression of affection towards someone else. For example, I love

If I’m ever asked about something that is time-consuming for me, I’d always say the same thing. Anyone that knows me would say football. But football hasn’t always been my favorite thing. When I came from Cape Verde in 2008 I wasn’t a fan of sports. I always liked moving around but not for sports related things. But if ever asked about my favorite sport I would’ve said soccer because it was the only thing that I knew that didn’t make me fall asleep while playing it. The reason being is that in Cape Verde back when I lived there, there weren’t that many people playing anything other than soccer and there weren’t many different things on tv other than the News. When I first came to the US. I mostly watched cartoons because I was amazed at how many cartoons thee were available at any time of the day. But by the time I was starting 5th grade I started realizing that I was getting too big and I needed to lose so weight so I can at least move around much more easily. So, I decided to try to lose some weight and doing that I had to play sports and or anything that would make me lose weight and I wouldn’t get bored while doing so, or I didn’t get too tired and not enjoy it. So, while doing whatever worked for me I started middle school and I got closer with my Principal and Vice principal while they tried to get involved with their students when school ended and they would go outside and play football with us. Every day 20 or more kids would stay after school to play football and

In my life, I have always tried to find things that make my life more joyful and peaceful, and there really are three things that I can think of to best illustrate my love for peace and joy. The first is the willow sapling that, to me, represents the joy of my childhood. The second is the guitar that I first learned to play on, that represents my love of music and the peace that I get from it. The third is the postcard I brought back from New Zealand that represents my love of travel and adventure and the joy that it brings me. These things are the most important to me because they remind me to always seek joy and peace in my life.

That was Zach's initital thought as he closed the distance between himself and Olivia, and mouthed the words he'd spoken earlier in the bookstore, wondering how she'd take it. The small smile that passed across her face said it all, a secret already to be kept between them, which made two if he included the earlier conversation between the two at Barnes and Noble. One's already kept from her boyfriend, who stood only twenty feet behind her, yet was completely oblivious.

When i was 17, Aaron and I were pretty much on my own for the most part. My parents had three children, only one of which they showed love to. The child to win the lottery is Angela. The prize? Love and affection. By the time Aaron came along, she was 7. For a short time they were a happy little family of four. Mom stayed at home and Dad was an animator. I wasn’t around long enough to see the happy family that once was. Not long after when Aaron turned 3 I popped into the world. Not much excitement there, since i was the last one. You know that saying three’s a crowd? Well, who ever invented the saying wasn’t wrong. It's hard enough to support two kids on one person's salary, but forget about three. The bills were piling up, so my parents had to take action. Dad got back with is old connections and got back in with the mob, so he works out of new york. Visits for the major holidays, birthdays, and events. The money from that was more than enough to pay the bills. It even bought us a huge house in Cali looking right over the water. Right after Aaron turned 14, mom was sick of taking care of us, so she became a flight attendant to get away from us. You might be asking, when do they get to see each other? In all honesty, i don't think they’re still together. Both of them have had affairs. Dad’s been with all different types of girls. Anyone tall, dark, and handsome is my mom's cup of tea. Angela has been out of the nest for years. The only person to be there for me was Aaron. Those years of being abandoned brought us closer than any brother sister relationship could ever be. Aaron looks out for me, and no one has ever done that before. His flaw is that he’s a drug dealer. After he dropped out of high school he wanted to start making his own cash instead of ‘munching off of daddy's money.’ yeah, Aaron might not get brother of the year award in anyone else's eyes, but he shoots above the stars to me.

I was sitting in third block waiting for the bell to ring when Sabine, Adrian, and a girl I didn’t know walked into the room talking about God knows what. The conversation was quiet, but the three of them were quite animated and into it.

I have so much to be thankful for in this world but, I think my family is the most important. Till this day I don’t think I could have made it day by day without my family. I believe my love for my family is important because they trust each other, support each other, and are always there to help when needed. I believe these four virtues of family suggest why my family resonates as the most important because of support, love, builds on shared memories, and reinforces responsibility.

I can proudly say that I am happy of the person I am becoming . Throughout

I was thinking, “Am I an obstacle on the path of my husband's achievement. He wanted to use me as the stepping stone for his success. He disregarded my love, affection and romantic overture because I am a woman.”

It was 5th grade,walking into my new classroom,fresh start,fresh school.It was humid outside and the sun was out.My game plan was to wing it. But I was nervous because I didn’t know anyone or anything about this”new school”. I often wondered to myself “are the kids nice? Or are they mean?” Then a couple hours later I was settling into my new classes.In my homeroom I met this girl named Skylar she was nice,pretty,kind and funny I was so relieved that I met her because I was so nervous that I would have nobody to sit with at lunch.Skylar and I started to hang out with her.