Disappointments are the milestones in life. They are one of a kind. They run paralleled with the achievements, which are also the milestones, again, one of a kind.
If one looks back into life, and finds more disappointments, it actually means there have been more number of attempts, so what if the success has been less? I am pretty sure that those milestones of achievements were far more sweet than what they could have been if the disappointments were less. Somehow, always, the achievements that we have after a lot of painful struggles, failures, hardships, hurt, after all those tough moments, somehow, this achievement, be it a thing a person of a moment of happiness, is very cherishing. Perhaps, this is the reason we had 'Try and try again until you succeed' lesson in our school days. The classic tale of the spider trying to get back to its web, somehow, its that web is what matters.
If we all got what we wanted, there would be anarchy and chaos in the world, and may be, just be, that is why we do not always get what we want. However, when the clock strikes the right time, we tend to get what we need the most.
Sometimes my soul feels as though it's withering, sere as desert plants too long deprived of liquid. However, writing is like my hydrotherapy, only the right writing will plump and buoy that wispy intangible portal to life. I can see, hear, feel, breathe, sigh, sit, settled in an old comfort, a familiar rut. I recognize this in my
bones, my heart, chest, lungs. I breathe deeply, returning home at last. Aah the love.. I now realize I have uncovered, discovered, recovered enough to feel safe enough to reveal myself to someone else, and how. It will soon be a year since I quit smoking, and the determination to quit is my dedication of new life to the only one who is worth of it.
For everything that has been, that is, and that will be, in all manner, at all times,
Cloudy carnivores of souls,
saintly demons rise from mist like unpolished butterflies.
Saintly demons have transparent employment to misguide me.
Profound distance kept me hidden from myself and unreachable.
The resentments while on one hand made me stronger,
on the other made me question my very strength.
Speaking of that, its story time (its been a while since a story appeared on my blog):
A story tells of a merchant in a small town who had identical twin sons. The boys worked for their father in the department store he owned and, when he died, they took over the store.
Everything went well until the day a dollar bill disappeared. One of the brothers had left the bill on the cash register and walked outside with a customer. When he returned, the money was gone.
He asked his brother, "Did you see that dollar bill on the cash register?" His brother replied that he had not.
But the young man kept probing and questioning. He would not let it alone. "Dollar bills just don't get up and walk away! Surely you must have seen it!"
There was subtle accusation in his voice. Tempers began to rise. Resentment set in. Before long, a deep and bitter chasm divided the young men. They refused to speak. They finally decided they could no longer work together and a dividing wall was built down the center of the store. For twenty years hostility and bitterness grew, spreading to their families and to the community.
Then one day a man in an automobile licensed in another state stopped in front of the store. He walked in and asked the clerk, "How long have you been here?"
The clerk replied that he'd been there all his life. The customer said, "I must share something with you. Twenty years ago I was "riding the rails" and came into this town in a boxcar. I hadn't eaten for three days. I came into this store from the back door and saw a dollar bill on the cash register. I put it in my pocket and walked out. All these years I haven't been able to forget that. I know it wasn't much money, but I had to come back and ask your forgiveness."
The stranger was amazed to see tears well up in the eyes of this middle-aged man. "Would you please go next door and tell that same story to the man in the store?" he said. Then the man was even more amazed to see two middle-aged men, who looked very much alike, embracing each other and weeping together in the front of the store.
After twenty years, the brokenness was mended. The wall of resentment that divided them came down.
It is so often the little things that finally divide people- words spoken in haste; criticisms; accusations; resentments. And once divided, they may never come together again.
The solution, of course, is to let it go. There is really nothing particularly profound about learning to let go of little resentments. But for fulfilling and lasting relationships, letting them go is a must. Refuse to carry around bitterness and you may be surprised at how much energy you have left for building bonds with those you love.
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