(W)Hole
“In the end, you're measured not by how much you undertake but by what you finally accomplish.” -Donald Trump (1946 - ) US real estate developer. Trump: the Art of the Deal
Sometimes in life we get lost for a while even if we know who we are and where we stand. Just when we think we’re sure, our defenses go down. Our defenses go down because just like any other situation we stepped in to in our life, we chose to be in them; the usual we-dig-the-hole-we-fell-in-to philosophy. Funny thing is I know a few people who have dug a hole so deep and so huge it has rooms. They even redecorate the rooms so well they call it their home and they live in them for the rest of their lives.
I guess what I’ve always believed in since high school is true. Our greatest enemy is ourselves. No matter how badly we want to get out of the whole we dug ourselves into, we’d rather adapt to that hole than to confront and challenge the digger.
When we love, we feel an inner sense of security. I can’t say its peace of mind but it feels the same. It probably is peace of mind but on a sub-level. I think peace of mind comes from within you alone. When we love, someone else is involved so it’s different. We chose to share the peace that we already have. The inner sense of security that we feel when we love starts when the peace that we have offered has been accepted fully. When we feel common peace with someone we feel secure. Therefore, we chose to let our defenses go down a bit.
So, time passes and people make more choices. Some of those choices we consider later on as a mistake. This is how some partnership is put to the test. This is how some individuals get lost. As a result, when we return to our usual defenses that we’ve come to be accustomed to, it wasn’t as strong as we thought it would be. We thought we could count on ourselves but we’re weaker. We break down. We admit and face our situation head on. We retrace our tracks. We build it up again. We study it. Above all, we learn from it. Then we emerge. Suddenly, we’re not lost anymore. We’re whole again. Better. We’ve grown.
What I don’t get is how some people are simply too afraid to receive gifts of love and peace served on a silver platter. My guess is it doesn’t fit the room in their hole especially after they just redecorated the place. Or, they presumably, and most of the time prejudicially, wouldn’t want to get into a huge fight with their inner self. What do you think?
Sometimes in life we get lost for a while even if we know who we are and where we stand. Just when we think we’re sure, our defenses go down. Our defenses go down because just like any other situation we stepped in to in our life, we chose to be in them; the usual we-dig-the-hole-we-fell-in-to philosophy. Funny thing is I know a few people who have dug a hole so deep and so huge it has rooms. They even redecorate the rooms so well they call it their home and they live in them for the rest of their lives.
I guess what I’ve always believed in since high school is true. Our greatest enemy is ourselves. No matter how badly we want to get out of the whole we dug ourselves into, we’d rather adapt to that hole than to confront and challenge the digger.
When we love, we feel an inner sense of security. I can’t say its peace of mind but it feels the same. It probably is peace of mind but on a sub-level. I think peace of mind comes from within you alone. When we love, someone else is involved so it’s different. We chose to share the peace that we already have. The inner sense of security that we feel when we love starts when the peace that we have offered has been accepted fully. When we feel common peace with someone we feel secure. Therefore, we chose to let our defenses go down a bit.
So, time passes and people make more choices. Some of those choices we consider later on as a mistake. This is how some partnership is put to the test. This is how some individuals get lost. As a result, when we return to our usual defenses that we’ve come to be accustomed to, it wasn’t as strong as we thought it would be. We thought we could count on ourselves but we’re weaker. We break down. We admit and face our situation head on. We retrace our tracks. We build it up again. We study it. Above all, we learn from it. Then we emerge. Suddenly, we’re not lost anymore. We’re whole again. Better. We’ve grown.
What I don’t get is how some people are simply too afraid to receive gifts of love and peace served on a silver platter. My guess is it doesn’t fit the room in their hole especially after they just redecorated the place. Or, they presumably, and most of the time prejudicially, wouldn’t want to get into a huge fight with their inner self. What do you think?
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