To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places—and there are so many—where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.
It’s not an attitude of arrogance or pride, but of congruence, you’ll keep loving them but with another perspective, from another level of understanding, understanding and awareness. It’s the hardest thing you’ll have to do in your life, and it will also be the most important: stop being attached to those who aren’t ready to love you.
Stop having difficult conversations with people who don’t want to change. Stop showing up for people who are indifferent to your presence. Stop giving your love and energy to people who aren’t ready to love you back. I know your instinct is to do everything you can to win the good thanks of everyone you can, but it’s also the drive that will steal your time, energy, and sanity.
When you start showing up for your life completely and completely, with joy, interest and commitment, not everyone is going to be ready to find you there. That doesn’t mean you have to change who you are. It means you have to distance yourself from people who are not ready to love you.
If you are excluded, subtly insulted, forgotten, or easily ignored by the people you spend the most time with, you are not doing yourself a favor by continuing to offer them your energy and life. The truth is, you’re not for everyone, and everyone isn’t for you. That’s what makes it so special when you find the few people with whom you have a genuine friendship, love or relationship: you’ll know how precious it is because you’ve experienced what it isn’t.
But the more time you spend trying to force someone to love you when they’re not able, the more time you’ll be depriving yourself of that same connection. He’s waiting for you. There are billions of people on this planet, and a lot of them are going to meet you on their level, with the vibration of where they are, connect with where they are going.
… But the longer you stay engulfed in the familiarity of people who use you as a pillow, a back-up option, a therapist and a strategist for their emotional work, the longer you stay out of the community you crave.
Maybe if you stop showing up, you’ll be less wanted. Maybe they will forget you completely. Maybe if you stop trying, the relationship will cease. Maybe if you stop texting, your phone will stay dark for days and weeks. Maybe if you stop loving someone, the love between you will dissolve. That doesn’t mean you ruined a relationship. It means the only thing that sustained a relationship was the energy you and only you put into it. That ain’t love. That’s attachment.
The most precious and important thing you have in your life is your energy. It’s not your time that’s limited, it’s your energy. What you give each day is what will create more and more in your life. What you give your time to is what will define your existence. When you realize this, you’ll start to understand why you’re so anxious when you spend your time with people who don’t bring you, and in jobs or places or cities that don’t suit you.
You’ll start to realize that the most important thing you can do for your life, for yourself and everyone you meet is to protect your energy more fiercely than anything else. Make your life a safe haven where only people who can care, listen and connect are allowed.
Your not responsible for saving people. It’s not your responsibility to convince them they want to be saved. It is not your job to show up for people and deliver your life, little by little, moment by moment, because you pity them, because you feel bad, because you “should”, because you are obliged, because, at the root of all this, you are afraid that you do not Return the favor.
It’s your job to realize that you are the master or mistress of your destiny, and that you’re accepting the love you think you deserve. Decide that you deserve real friendship, true commitment, and complete love with people who are healthy and prosperous.
Then wait in the dark, just for a moment…. … And watch how fast it all starts to change.
This is just for fun GETTING OLD? – You’re getting old they told me you’ve stopped being you, you’re getting bitter and lonely? *No, I answered; I’m not getting old, I’m getting wise* I have ceased to be what others like me to become and what I like to be, I have stopped seeking the acceptance of others to accept myself, I have left behind me the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly. No, I’m not getting old, I’m becoming assertive, selective of places, people, customs and ideologies. I have let go of attachments, unnecessary pains, people, souls, and hearts, it’s not for bitterness it’s simply for health. I left the party nights because of learning insomnia, I stopped living stories and began to write them, I put aside the imposed stereotypes, I stopped using makeup to hide my wounds, now I carry a book that beautifies my mind. I exchanged the wine glasses for coffee cups, I forgot to idealize life and began to live it “No, I’m not getting old” I have freshness in my soul and in my heart the innocence of the one who is discovered every day. I have in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that when it opens will expand its wings to other unreachable places for those who only seek the frivolity of the material* I have on my face the smile that escapes mischievously when observing the simplicity of nature, I carry in my ears the chirping of the birds brightening my walk. No, I’m not getting old, I’m becoming selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the story they once told me, rediscovering worlds, rescuing those old books that I had forgotten half pages. – I am becoming more prudent, I have left the outbursts that teach nothing, I am learning to talk about transcendent things, I am learning to cultivate knowledge, I am sowing ideals and forging my destiny. No, it’s not that I’m getting old because I’m sleeping early on Saturdays, it’s that also on Sundays you have to wake up early, enjoy coffee without haste and calmly read a book of poems. It is not because of old age that you walk slowly, it is to observe the clumsiness of those who are in a hurry and stumble upon discontent. It’s not because of old age, so sometimes you keep silent, it’s simply because you don’t have to echo every word. No, I’m not getting old, I’m starting to live what really interests me. ~Victor Hugo Artist: Unknown @journey of life
You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in. You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life. You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life. You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly, you’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed. You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you. You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life. You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see. You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations. We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself. Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people. Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption. You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy. You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.
I hope with all my heart that I showed you the real me. That I didn’t pretend I had it all together, or that life was not hard. I hope I gave you the belief of you, in your core. That I loved you enough, albeit messily, to code a blueprint for life. To show you what love should look like. And I hope I let you see me break, so you could understand, it is not an ending, rather a step. And it’s vital. Dear Daughter, I could not possibly have gotten everything right, and perhaps, thats the best thing I have given you. That knowledge. No one gets it right. We are not here to be perfect, we are here to love, to grow stronger and more bright with every generation. Grow brighter my love, brighter than me. As it very much should be. And when I can no longer be with you, remember, my cells live within you. You cannot, ever, lose me. Not really. We are a deal, a two for one. A team. For life. And everything after that.
I am going back to my apartment in Paris again because the hospital is says my health is good now. It has been several months since I have tried to get to my apartment. Can I be brave enough????
Encouragement? Prayers? Luck?
A thought I like
I wouldn’t really say that I’m the bravest soul out there. In fact, there’s been a lot of times when I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring or where I was headed in life.. And that was very unsettling to me sometimes. I’d pretend that I was okay with change and the unknown, but the truth was that it scared me to death. I knew where I wanted to end up and who I wanted to be, but it was the path ahead that remained unknown. I learned something along the way, though. Bravery isn’t the absence of fear, but the decision to keep going despite being afraid.. And that’s exactly where I’m at. I want to keep growing, evolving and becoming a better person.. I can see all the people saying I can’t change or focusing on all the things that I’ve done wrong and the bad choices I’ve made. They’ll say that I can’t change, I won’t be able to accomplish my goals.. And what I’ve learned is that they don’t know me at all. They’re too afraid to step outside their comfort zone and be brave in the ways that I’m choosing.. So they can’t fathom what I want and who I’ll become.. Because they’ll stay safe in their little worlds putting me down and criticizing me. Let them. I don’t need anyone’s permission and approval to find my wings and become the best version of myself. They can have their empty dreams of material things and lackluster nights spent doing the same things over and over.. Never changing anything but the car they’re driving or the clothes they’re wearing. I’m not here for such small dreams. I want more. I need more. And one day, when I’ve finally figured out where I’m headed and well on my way to happiness and fulfillment.. I’ll just look back at the ones who never really believed in me at all. “You said I couldn’t, right?” I’ll just smile with pride.. “Watch me now.” And I’ll never look back, Because my dreams never had expirations… and me? I will keep proving to myself.. That each and every day, I can be brave, strong and free, Becoming more and more, The person I’ve worked so hard to become. |ravenwolf
Yes, I went down the wrong roads and made all the bad choices, I ended up in places I never should have been-in ways that tore my spirit apart. Truth be told, I don’t know how I got so down and out, Nor how I made it out intact and still whole. At the end of my rope and hating who I’d become, I hit rock bottom. Everyone counted me out and no one gave me a chance… Even I didn’t know how to dig myself out of the hole.. But you know, That’s the thing about a spirit that won’t give up. I don’t know how to quit and I’m meant to become more in spite of my rough start. It was never meant to be the end of my story, I just had to begin a new chapter- one where the Phoenix rises from the ashes. I pulled myself up, dusted myself off then fought and clawed my way back. I didn’t ask for help and no one offered me a hand, but that was what I needed to forge my own courage and build my own strength. My dreams didn’t have an expiration and I wasn’t going to quit on them or myself. I know I’m a mess sometimes, A bit of a broken soul with glimpses of beauty stashed in between, But I’m good with that. I made my way, earned my place and I’m fighting to make my story a success. I’ve got a lot of love to give and a passionate fire that can’t be quenched. Sometimes, you realize along the way that you don’t set out to be strong and courageous, But when you’re left holding the pieces of a life gone wrong, Those are the only choices you have left. It’s not that I’ll ever be heroic, strong and amazing like the fabled stories of heroes and lovers, But at least I’ll write my story my way, and that’s what matters most of all. I don’t have to set the world on fire, just be on fire for my life- The kind of flames that make your heart and soul feel totally alive. I may be beautifully broken and wonderfully imperfect, But I’m still standing. I’m still strong. I figured where I needed to go and what it would take to get there, so I made a choice: I didn’t ever go looking for a hero- I decided instead to become the hero of my own story.. One small victory at a time..my way.
HELLO SEPTEMBER, THE SEASON OF LETTING GO And so begins the season of letting go, when Mother Nature shows us all, how it’s done. Let go, free yourself, shake it off, drop it, give way for the new. Create space for new thoughts, new ideas, new adventures and new connections, by shedding the dead weight you’ve been carrying around, for so long. And whilst you are there, being reborn and renewed, let go of old anxieties too. Let go of any doubts, fears or beliefs which no longer serve you well. Release bitterness or past hurts which feast on your beauty. Be brave, Don’t fear the nakedness as your leaves slip away. Mother Nature doesn’t, watch and learn. Donna Ashworth
The Janet who entered this hospital is not the Janet who is going home. Would you like to meet her?
Yes, I know we’ve crossed paths before, but the person you think I am isn’t here anymore. I’ve changed, grown, evolved – you pick the word because you have no idea who I am now. Very few do. And the moment that you stop trying to define me in terms of how I used to be is when we will get along just fine. Allow me to reintroduce myself. Please don’t try to fit me into any boxes or definitions of who you think I am- just accept me as I am and embrace the person I’m becoming.. Because I am. I’ve stopped doubting myself, putting myself down and thinking I wasn’t good enough. I am and always will be more than enough. I deserve the best and I’m not settling for being an option or the scraps of anyone’s attention anymore. I’m changing the game and stepping up my standards.. So, if you can elevate who you are, how you treat me and your character, Then we will be just fine.. But if you expect the same ol nonsense from me that you get from everyone else- including the old me… Well, then, you’re about to be disappointed. I don’t roll that way anymore. Higher class, higher expectations and higher standards are not just a choice for me anymore.. They’re part of who I am. So, if you’re willing to step up, speak up and man up, then let’s dance. Otherwise, please stop standing in the doorway.. Either go or stay, love me or don’t, but choose your path. I’m never going to wait around or anyone to decide if I’m worth it. I’m worth everything- It’s up to you if you’re able to understand that, be that and accept that. I do. And that will always be what matters most to me.
I am going back to my apartment in Paris again because the hospital is says my health is good now. It has been several months since I have tried to get to my apartment. Can I be brave enough????
Encouragement? Prayers? Luck?
A thought I like
I wouldn’t really say that I’m the bravest soul out there. In fact, there’s been a lot of times when I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring or where I was headed in life.. And that was very unsettling to me sometimes. I’d pretend that I was okay with change and the unknown, but the truth was that it scared me to death. I knew where I wanted to end up and who I wanted to be, but it was the path ahead that remained unknown. I learned something along the way, though. Bravery isn’t the absence of fear, but the decision to keep going despite being afraid.. And that’s exactly where I’m at. I want to keep growing, evolving and becoming a better person.. I can see all the people saying I can’t change or focusing on all the things that I’ve done wrong and the bad choices I’ve made. They’ll say that I can’t change, I won’t be able to accomplish my goals.. And what I’ve learned is that they don’t know me at all. They’re too afraid to step outside their comfort zone and be brave in the ways that I’m choosing.. So they can’t fathom what I want and who I’ll become.. Because they’ll stay safe in their little worlds putting me down and criticizing me. Let them. I don’t need anyone’s permission and approval to find my wings and become the best version of myself. They can have their empty dreams of material things and lackluster nights spent doing the same things over and over.. Never changing anything but the car they’re driving or the clothes they’re wearing. I’m not here for such small dreams. I want more. I need more. And one day, when I’ve finally figured out where I’m headed and well on my way to happiness and fulfillment.. I’ll just look back at the ones who never really believed in me at all. “You said I couldn’t, right?” I’ll just smile with pride.. “Watch me now.” And I’ll never look back, Because my dreams never had expirations… and me? I will keep proving to myself.. That each and every day, I can be brave, strong and free, Becoming more and more, The person I’ve worked so hard to become. |ravenwolf
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