face to face

She walks into the room, her body appears lifeless. “I can’t do this anymore.” she whispers as she falls to the ground. He looks at her. He wants to pick her up. He wants to help her. But he doesn’t. “Help me…” she begs him. He fights to keep his tears inside. “I want to help you. I really do. But it won’t.” Her eyes stare up at him like a little puppy that has just been kicked across the room. “Why...” she forces the question through her tears.

“When the General asked if you could do this mission, you agreed with vigor. Because you knew you could do this. But during the past two days, you’ve allowed your fears to break down your strength. Nothing has changed since he asked you to do this. Nothing, except you started to fear the mission. If I helped you, it would give credit to the fears that you have that you are not good enough for this mission. Whether you like it or not, I’m not going to help you. You will do this on your own. Now get over your fears and get out there!”

She just sits there for a while, shaking her head. Finally she gets up, grabs her weapon and walks to the door. She turns around “You’re a dick… but thanx anyway for letting me face my fears.”

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In many situations we are stronger than we think, but we give our problems power over us by manufacturing things to fear as we go along. When we face our fears, our problems lose their power, and we have a better chance to overcome them.

I know

I can see the pain you try to hide
I see all the things you try to keep inside
I know all about your lonely heart
And how you feel like you’ve failed before your start

I know how worthless and empty you feel
When you search so hard but find nothing real
And I know how many tears you cried
When you felt like no one was one your side

You don’t realize yet, but I promise you this
Without you this world would be amiss
You’re beautiful beyond compare
When you give your all with nothing to spare

You feel that all your agony has no reason
But hold on, it’s almost your season
You’ll blossom and bloom to your heart’s content
You’re becoming the rose your pain has mend

-- God

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.