perfect gift

When he was 5 years old his mother passed away. Before she did, she handed him a magical little bottle. “Son, listen carefully…” she whispered with a smile. “Whenever you feel weak and the world seems too big for you, open this little bottle and smell the magnificent perfume.” She gave him a final smile, and faded away…

As he grew up he encountered painful challenges. His life was not an easy one. When things got really terrible and he started to break, he would open the little bottle, smell the majestic perfume and be ready to face the world again. He didn’t understand how that little bottle could strengthen him so much. But then again, he didn’t know what was in it…

Before his mother died she told a friend the most horrible thing about the disease that’s killing her is that it is robbing her son of a loving mother. She accepted that she was going to die, she made her peace, but she couldn’t accept that her beautiful son won’t have a mother. The friend she shared this with was fortunately no mere mortal. He placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled a little bottle out of his pocket. “How much do you love your son?” “With my all!” She confessed with powerful certainty. The little bottle started to glow in his hand. “How much do you love your son?” She burst into tears “With everything that I am!” The little bottle seemed to catch fire in her powerful words. The man smiled and handed her the bottle. “Whenever your son smells the sweet aroma of your perfect love for him he will be strengthened to new heights. You won’t be with him, but your love will be.”

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I don’t think we can comprehend how powerful love is, or how powerful it makes us. I can’t think of anything this world can throw at me that I can’t withstand if I have the unconditional love of someone amazing!

support

He stares deep into her eyes. “Please don’t do this?” She stands up with firm conviction. “I’m sorry, but I have to.” Slowly he stands up as well. He pulls her hand into his. “If this means that much to you then you should go through with it, but you’re not doing it on your own.” She takes a step back. Her eyes are filled with puzzles. “You hate what I’m about to do… Why would you come with me?” A peaceful smile appears on his face: “I do hate what you are about to do, but if this is what you want, then this is what I want for you.” He holds her close. “I know how much this means to you, so I’ll bite my lip and keep my reservations at bay. I will make sure that you get what you want.”

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If we love someone, we have to try and support their decisions even if we don’t agree with them.

dialogue

Her relationship with her fiancé is sliding and she doesn’t understand why. They are both under more work stress these days but she tries to compensate for it by being super supportive. She always has something nice to say when he gets home. She compliments him regularly and tries to build him up. It hasn’t helped.

His relationship with his fiancé is slipping and he doesn’t understand why. Regularly he would leave work early so that he can prepare a nice dinner before she gets home. He would do loads of chores around the house, even the washing without her having to ask. It hasn’t helped.

They are both giving a lot of themselves, but they are not speaking the same language. Words are important to her, and thus she compliments him often. Deeds are important to him, so he does a lot for her. If she wants to speak his language, she should do something for him. Even if it doesn’t seem like a big thing for her, it’ll mean a lot for him. In the same way, he needs to give her more words of affection.

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There are more languages than just these two. Do you know what language you speak? Do you know what language your loved ones are speaking? Most importantly, can you speak their language?

turning the page

My days turn like pages in a book.
A tedious book.

I have no choice but to live each day, to read each page.
Nothing happens.

I imagine the book taking me places I’ve never been.
It doesn’t.

I want the story to build up to something amazing.
It never does.

So I wake up to another day...

I turn another page...

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How mundane...

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Are you living? Or just going through the motions?

persona

“Why did you do that?” he stares fiercely at her. She drops her head in shame. “I don’t know.” Slowly he shakes his head in disapproval. “That’s not good enough. I need to know why you did it.”

As she stares at him her shame turns to contempt. “Because I wanted to. Because I felt like it. Who are you to tell me how to act?”He gets up and walks away. Just before he leaves he looks back: “I can’t tell you how to act, I just didn’t think you would do anything like that”

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We create personas in our minds of the people we know. When there’s disconnect between that persona and the actual person, we can hurt the ones we love. When someone acts different to what you expect of them, before you judge them, judge your persona of them. If the persona you created doesn’t reflect their true nature, change your vision of them to fit in with who they are instead of trying to change them to fit into your vision of who you think they are.

don’t fix it

She closes the door behind her and drops her bag on the floor. Her shoulders tell how defeated she is and her face reveals that she’s been crying. She falls down on her bed. Emptiness fills her chest and fear creeps in. She picks up the phone; she can’t be alone right now. Twenty minutes later her best friend knocks on her door. He walks in and holds her tight. Her pain fades into something she can manage. They sit down and she tells him the story behind her tears.

Quietly he thinks for a while. “I think I can help. I need to go do something.” He smiles then gets up to leave. “Please don’t go, I just don’t want to be alone right now.” Her words aren’t enough to keep him there. He leaves. She sinks her head in her hands as the pain flares up again.

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Despite the boyish profile picture, I am a man… I even have facial hair now :) One of the problems men have is we are problem solvers. I see something that’s broken and I want to fix it. By doing so, I’m not listening to the person, but to the problem. Instead of empathizing, I’m formulating a plan.

When someone fixes their own problem, they gain strength and confidence. We shouldn’t take that away. Most people can solve their own problems; we just need to hold them when they feel they can’t.

halloween party

She stares across the room at a man who holds all her attention. His eyes meet hers and time slows down to accommodate her rush of emotions. Her beautiful smile draws him in as he makes his way to her. “Hello cat woman” he says with a smile, revealing his fake vampire fangs. She feels very flirtatious tonight “Tell me, do you only suck human blood, or will mine do?” He stands closer and stares into her eyes “I think your blood will be far sweeter than any human.” She frowns, he looks way too serious. Suddenly he thrusts her against the wall and bites her neck viciously. She knocks him away “Damn it Rick, what’s gotten into you?” He looks at the floor with shy eyes “I’m sorry, I guess I got a little carried away”

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Sometimes we behave how we think we should instead of how we want to. Unintentionally we create masks, to fit in or to protect ourselves. If we’re not careful our masks can become us and we lose who we are meant to be.