Sometimes all you have is a dream. You stick to it; you hold on to it, and you caress it. Like a baby. Like a child that grows up into something beautiful and wonderful if you do the things right. Provided you do them right. Provided you know what is right. Provided you know what you are doing.

It’s amazing if not ridiculous how one moment you are so completely blissfully happy and then in the next one everything is falling apart. You are out there, all alone wondering what the hell just happened and how come you are in the middle of this.
There is no answer to this, don’t even try it. Just a waste of time. Sometimes things happen.

I have questions. Millions of questions. I have quite a number of how’s, several what’s, a few when’s, hundreds of what if’s, and one why. Obviously I don’t have any answers. Sometimes I wish I had them, sometimes I am happy I don’t. The problem is I am not even sure having the answers will help my problems, will help anyone’s problems for that matter.

Sometimes we are content with being just okay in life because we do not really know what real happiness means. Because we do not have anything to compare with what we have. We feel good. Right. We even admit we are happy. We do. And we are. Or we think so. But only till the moment when we happen to be really happy. As in overwhelmingly happy. As in fairy tale type happy.

Dissed, dumped, kicked to the curb, scorned, spurned, and jilted. Whatever your preference is to describe the concept, if you’ve ever been burned, then you are already acutely aware of how it feels. But what is rejection at its fundamental core but an opportunity to accept your reality as it really is instead of how you prefer it to be?

I am an almost 27 year old single woman with no children. I am far more concerned with eradicating the no children part of that sentence than I am with changing the single part. Many of my friends are married. Some are not. I’m at that bizarre stage when it seems like everyone in my life who I was once right in line with are now all off doing different things. No one is on the same page; most of us aren’t even in the same book any longer. And, it is in this transition that I am realizing how much friendship and marriage have in common.

Imagine a perfect relationship. A relationship full of love, passion, respect, tolerance, understanding. Imagine that you wake up to sweet good mornings and go to bed after a good night kiss. Every single day. 365 days a year. No exceptions. No failures.

Someone once said “Never take someone for granted, hold every person close to your heart because you might wake up one day and realize that you have lost true diamond while you were too busy collecting stones”.

Every once in a while we all are taken for granted. We might not notice and we might not care, especially when it is done by people close to us: family, friends. But when it happens on a regular basis it hurts badly.

“Have you ever thought why you love me?”
“No idea.”
“Have you ever thought why I love you?”
“No. Listen, love is never about why, when, where. You just love. It just happens.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

Sounds totally romantic, very sweet and makes you smile, doesn’t it? What if I tell you that the couple whose private life we just have peeped into does not have it that simple? That they have same doubts as everyone else. That they have fights. That they make mistakes. That they are not perfect in their relationship. But they are happy. Because they do believe love just HAPPENS. No conditions applied.

Have you ever wondered how most of us dream about the same things? We might be different. We might argue a lot. We might fight and try to prove our point of view. But in the end of the day when we go to bed and are one on one with our thoughts and dreams and desires we want the only one thing - admit it or deny it - we want to be loved. And we want to be happy. And somehow one does not go without another.

It is funny how you believe everything is fine and deep inside you understand nothing is.
It is funny how you trust your own decisions and at the same time you doubt them every day.
It is funny how you expect things to go one way because you know this is right.
And it is funny that what is right for you in no way right for someone else.
There are no stereotypes, clichés of how to deal with a certain situations. You don’t have a guidebook for each and everything. It would be much simpler if you had such a book handy.

To all the girls who make mistakes…
To all the guys who walk out…
Sometimes we all have our questions. We seek for answers and we don’t seem to find any. Was it meant so? Should we make mistakes again and again so that we finally would realize what we are doing wrong? Do we actually realize what we are doing to people who love us? Do we know what they feel? What can we see in their eyes? What does their smile tell us? Is their heart talking to us? Do …

While browsing in net I came across few sites which cover same topics as The Colors Magazine. And I was pretty much surprised to read articles which tell people how to get their Ex back.
On the one hand it is not really my business if someone wants to get their Ex back. On the other hand it got me thinking. We strive our whole life to find the ONE.
No matter how often we say that it’s ok to be single and it has its own advantages.
No matter how often …