We are all going somewhere right?
Is it a hard thing to reach out to someone else and ask for help?
We live in societies that no matter where, asking for assistance for whatever problem sometimes can be a hard thing. But why?
Is it pride? You know, no one else must know that you are having a difficult time because it might show that you are a failure?
Is it fear? No one might offer their aid even if you ask.
Is it a lack of trust? You going to someone and he/she in return might tell others.
Is it weakness? Perhaps in your eyes it might show that you are not strong.
Sometimes some people ask for help not with their words, but by the way they act. They are not asking in what they say, or afraid to say, but by what they do. And sometimes some remain quiet in their suffering and need, and in the end . . .
During one of my bible study this week, the book, chapter and verses came from Matthew 23. Predominately verses 27 -28. I decided to read the whole chapter. And although it is about religious leaders, I expanded it to include all of us, or perhaps some of us. You decide if you are a person who talks good on the outside for others to hear your “sweet” words, while inside you do not really mean a word of it.
How many times have we sat and listen to some people make speeches, give advice(s), say this or that, warming our hearts and inspiring hope, making us feel not only wanted but needed; only to find out in the end that their lips are moving but not their hearts. The place where words of substance and meaning should come from. Right?
To all a lovely weekend. 🙂
Please pardon him for not being a mind reader; afterall, he must not know exactly what you are thinking all the time.
Please forgive him for doing things in his way that reaches the same results as if you had done them yourself.
Please do not chew his head off for not having a perfect memory, maybe like you, he forgets sometimes.
Please no kicking to the curb if he does not repeat that he loves you 24 hours a day or show it with his every waking moments. I am guessing here, but maybe like you he has other things to fill some of those hours.
Please turn the emasculating machine off, just maybe he wants to be a man.
How to destroy a relationship with the guy you are in love with? Blame him for not fitting in the box, mold, fantasy or whatever that you have envisioned. Afterall, it must be his fault that things are not working out.
Do you like who you are? Would you ever trade in yourself for someone else?
Peer pressure got some people doing, saying and believing that who they are is not good enough. That they have to change themselves into something or someone “better”.
If you are passive, become aggressive. If you are not in with the “in crowd”, join them. If you are not following some brain-washed latest fad, begin to follow. If you are not going with the party-let-us-have-fun crowd, get your fun shoes on. If you suffer from low self-esteem, this is how to get a new you, in just what ever amount of days. I am amazed sometimes that some people see themselves as being not good enough; that they live by the crap from wherever they are hearing, seeing or watching it from. And thus, time to exchange who they are for what the world defines as “something better”.
Who and what defines how you create who you want to be? The covers of magazines? The advice columns in some newspapers? What is on the internet? Some self-help gurus? The Bible? God? Religion? Friends? Entertainers? Blah, blah, blah.
I might not like everything about me, but I like who I am. 🙂 And you?
“Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.” from Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
How do you know when it is time to tell someone how you really feel about them? What is the reason for not saying something important?
He lived in a society where he was not quite on the outside of those with money, power and prestige, but he was also not on the inside either. Lawrence Selden, from the House of Mirth by Edith Wharton, was a man who knew how to move within that type of society that he found himself in; one which he did not like but still wanted to be a part of.
Not perfect, opinionated and “judgmental”, he had common sense; he knew what he wanted. In one case, the major one of them all, he took too long to decide, and in the end, lost the woman he loved to death.
“Nine o’clock was an early hour for a visit, but Selden had passed beyond all such conventional observances. He only knew that he must see Lily Bart at once–he had found the word he meant to say to her, and it could not wait another moment to be said. It was strange that it had not come to his lips sooner–that he had let her pass from him the evening before without being able to speak it. But what did that matter, now that a new day had come? It was not a word for twilight, but for the morning.” from Book 2, chapter 14of The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton
Reading this book should open the eyes of those who believe that being rich mean having an easy life. That having money solve all problems, including the ones that they wish to deny. And if you love someone, and you know that they love you in return, let them know and be there for him/her when he/she needs you the most.
Eric Stolz was indeed Mr. Selden.
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When we protest against something, is it based on emotions or legitimize facts? And in our protest(s), are there any viable, sensible solutions or alternatives to, if not fixing the problem(s), to at least making things better and not worse?
How much do our emotions play in trying to create change?