A simple curl of the finger could mean a bullet in the head. But stretch all out and the shake of hands build bonds. A single palm could cover the eyes, blocking out the view of the entire world. But stretch out the arm and the palm becomes part of the arm that carries and suddenly, the world become visible.
That, is the power of perception.To build or to destroy. You think you loved someone deeply, she may see it differently. You think you sacrifice many, she may think otherwise.
The right perception will always be a point of argument but if the fingers and arms are stretched out, then the world will always be visible.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
The visitor
Dear Visitor,
It is a blessing that you decided to visit. The emotional struggle has never been easy and with your visit, I see and believe again.
I looked back at the person I was back then and the person I am today and a sad realization that I have changed. Using the word change would probably be an understatement. It was more of; I was broken. My will paralyzed, thoughts swayed, dreams forgotten. Who am I? I could no longer answer with conviction.
When you came, you listened, you understood, you did not judge. You taught me to acknowledge. It was ok to be hurt, to be disappointed, sad, frustrated, and above all you showed me that it was ok to be broken. A broken arm will eventually heal. So too a broken heart.
It is not easy and will never be but with the little sense of acknowledgement, I bring myself to forgive and then to learn and let go.
I no longer doubt but believe again in what I lost faith in. The white lotus does indeed grow from mud into an object of great beauty.
Thank you my visitor for this valuable lesson. I will keep it close to my heart.
Yours sincerely.
It is a blessing that you decided to visit. The emotional struggle has never been easy and with your visit, I see and believe again.
I looked back at the person I was back then and the person I am today and a sad realization that I have changed. Using the word change would probably be an understatement. It was more of; I was broken. My will paralyzed, thoughts swayed, dreams forgotten. Who am I? I could no longer answer with conviction.
When you came, you listened, you understood, you did not judge. You taught me to acknowledge. It was ok to be hurt, to be disappointed, sad, frustrated, and above all you showed me that it was ok to be broken. A broken arm will eventually heal. So too a broken heart.
It is not easy and will never be but with the little sense of acknowledgement, I bring myself to forgive and then to learn and let go.
I no longer doubt but believe again in what I lost faith in. The white lotus does indeed grow from mud into an object of great beauty.
Thank you my visitor for this valuable lesson. I will keep it close to my heart.
Yours sincerely.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
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I'm standing at the very edge of the precipice, where all hope seem to have been exhausted. It is either turn back or to just take the leap of faith; into the unknown; but while the mind is willing, the heart isn't and the feet just won't budge. Frozen. Either way would seem to be the right way, yet wrong.
Suddenly, the child in me surfaces, desperately needing care and comfort despite the toughness and strength portrayed. Still, I will have to face the harsh reality that I have fallen.
Suddenly, the child in me surfaces, desperately needing care and comfort despite the toughness and strength portrayed. Still, I will have to face the harsh reality that I have fallen.
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