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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Freedom: Embracing Self-Growth
Saraswati is the Hindu Goddess of learning, knowledge, and wisdom. The Sanskrit word sara means "essence" and swa means "self." Thus Saraswati means "the essence of the self." |
The more adult we grow, the more we realize that our standards of relationships must also grow. Dreams are not to be forgotten and remembering what we stand for is key to living a worthwhile and self-fulfilling life. Let go of those people and things that did not work out and no longer fit in the scope for our pursuit for self. Fear of being alone can be overwhelming, even paralyzing but we control our own state of being. Moving onwards and forward is all we can do knowing that true relationships will never go astray, instead they will continue to support and nurture our ability to continue to learn. If disappointments keeps flying through the window from outside sources, perhaps it is a sign to keep peace at bay within ourselves.The power resides within.
We can't sit there and beat ourselves up for what we had to give up, the person or moments that have passed - life has moved on and whether or not we realize it, so have we. Cherish what was, all the love felt and respect that pain is a sign to let go. Forgive no matter how hard it is. Forgiveness allows healing but also encourages a healthier state of body and mind. Don't wait for another's compassion, we must be compassionate to ourselves. We must educate ourselves to keep on moving towards our destiny.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Crab Out of Water
Dear friends and readers. First and foremost I would like to thank you all for your kind words, support and outreach in these past months. For those who have been reading along I am sure the traces of a broken heart are evident all over my blog. For those who are unaware, I was abruptly left by my partner of almost 3 years and this has been the focus of my thoughts, emotions in my writings and everyday existence. At times it has been debilitating. While I wanted to hide I did not have anything but my writing to process the pain. I will not deny that this break-up felt much like a catastrophe - it left me feeling battered, abandoned and blue. I have never been hurt so deeply by someone who I cared for with all my heart, and she wanted nothing to do with me once she was gone, disrespectfully excusing herself as if I was a cheap lover. I became a ghost to her. She bolted like I was an abusive lover and it made me feel weak and unworthy of being loved.
I began to see I gave the demise of this union the power to displace my sense of happiness, self-esteem and peace. I think this is natural after a break-up, but I was having hardtime balancing any positive thoughts from this break-up initially. I felt like I could die without her by my side, with the thought of not seeing her naked body ever again, feeling her lips against mine. After sitting and pouring tears and destroying myself with sadistic thoughts of inadequacy and fear, I realized how much my happiness was connected to her presence in my life and all the things she loved. I felt haunted by anything that reminded me of her and my past. While I don't regret love, in moments I wonder how I was unable to see that she was so unhappy and disinterested in our life together. While I still have moments where I feel like a lost child in a crowd, each moment I am trying to consciously love myself like I loved her. It is he hardest challenge I have faced in many years.
Break-ups are so hard if you were genuinely invested in that commitment with the intentions of trying to make it work through all goods and bads. I have learned some harsh life lessons these past weeks, which have rocked the foundation of who I am as a person - a lover, a dreamer, a feeler, a woman full of love with the belief that love is all and all is love. In moments I question if I am naive and a fool for thinking this, a traditional girl in a modern world, a crab out of water.
One of the hardest realities I have faced is the loss of a social circle and those who I thought were friends of mine. After the first initial days after being left, I did try to reach out to those who were mutual friends when we were a couple and was ignored by most parties. No one called me to ask if I was ok, no one seemed to care that my world had come undone and I was lost. Me, the woman who would put anyone before herself was the one who needed a shoulder to lean on, and these people were far from being comforting or available. Does this hurt me, yes. These were people I trusted and cared for, but the truth came that because of the end of this relationship, they had stuck by her over me. While from my past break-ups I know that social circles loosen after breakups, I did not expect that my value would become void to all these people, who I had laughed and shared myself with kindness. Now I know who my true friends are. They remain.
When you are the one who is left in the space where you once shared your life with your ex-partner, it is like being trapped in an asylum with a diseased mind. As she broke-up with me in this space, I could find moments where I would be staring at walls and picturing each moment like it was happening all over again. Yet somehow as real as it felt, I realized it was only me playing devil with my well-being. I think that getting out of that space was one of the best things that I could have done. Away from the hauntings, away from the noise, away from all that came undone in those walls. Reclaim space, it is now yours.
I cannot be with someone who is not able to express themselves. I am human, I have faults indeed. I have never been too good with balancing my own space within the framework of a relationship and I am not proud of that, in fact after this experience I felt harshly embarrassed that I held on to her so tightly. I still have moments where I wonder if it was my desire to spend each moment with her was the reason she bailed - that she realized that I was not that amazing after all. But no matter the scenario, I still was not given the respect to have an adult conversation about what was not working, or where I could grow. I do believe that I am a solid partner when it comes to communication - but I require a partner to be adult with me about what she needs. Though I may act bratty in these less than desirable conversations about where I need to change, I know the core of me would like to grow and willing to do what I need to make my love unconditional and sensitive to my partners needs. I want to do better at this starting now.
I know that sometimes the pain of holding on is even worse than the pain of letting go. I guess that I can't love someone who is no longer willing to love me openly. For many years I have prided myself on loving with all my vigor and showing people what I have learned, that love should live the intention of each moment and really the only meditation that makes us productively human. I know now that not everyone believes in love the way that I do, that different people have different paths they need to lead, but I need someone to appreciate that I would walk the fire to keep my love alive, to fight for the love I stand for and believe in.
I am changing, I am growing, it is not comfortable; but it seems the more I refuse it, the more it reaffirms that truth is not in feeling, but in accepting. I don't expect to be whole again anytime soon but I hope to at least be a woman who can provide her niece with courage. That one day when she comes to me with a broken heart I can assure her she will grow. That's all I can hope. Thank you to those who are hoping that for me. Now is the time for me to be happy with just me.
Gratefully,
P
I began to see I gave the demise of this union the power to displace my sense of happiness, self-esteem and peace. I think this is natural after a break-up, but I was having hardtime balancing any positive thoughts from this break-up initially. I felt like I could die without her by my side, with the thought of not seeing her naked body ever again, feeling her lips against mine. After sitting and pouring tears and destroying myself with sadistic thoughts of inadequacy and fear, I realized how much my happiness was connected to her presence in my life and all the things she loved. I felt haunted by anything that reminded me of her and my past. While I don't regret love, in moments I wonder how I was unable to see that she was so unhappy and disinterested in our life together. While I still have moments where I feel like a lost child in a crowd, each moment I am trying to consciously love myself like I loved her. It is he hardest challenge I have faced in many years.
Break-ups are so hard if you were genuinely invested in that commitment with the intentions of trying to make it work through all goods and bads. I have learned some harsh life lessons these past weeks, which have rocked the foundation of who I am as a person - a lover, a dreamer, a feeler, a woman full of love with the belief that love is all and all is love. In moments I question if I am naive and a fool for thinking this, a traditional girl in a modern world, a crab out of water.
One of the hardest realities I have faced is the loss of a social circle and those who I thought were friends of mine. After the first initial days after being left, I did try to reach out to those who were mutual friends when we were a couple and was ignored by most parties. No one called me to ask if I was ok, no one seemed to care that my world had come undone and I was lost. Me, the woman who would put anyone before herself was the one who needed a shoulder to lean on, and these people were far from being comforting or available. Does this hurt me, yes. These were people I trusted and cared for, but the truth came that because of the end of this relationship, they had stuck by her over me. While from my past break-ups I know that social circles loosen after breakups, I did not expect that my value would become void to all these people, who I had laughed and shared myself with kindness. Now I know who my true friends are. They remain.
When you are the one who is left in the space where you once shared your life with your ex-partner, it is like being trapped in an asylum with a diseased mind. As she broke-up with me in this space, I could find moments where I would be staring at walls and picturing each moment like it was happening all over again. Yet somehow as real as it felt, I realized it was only me playing devil with my well-being. I think that getting out of that space was one of the best things that I could have done. Away from the hauntings, away from the noise, away from all that came undone in those walls. Reclaim space, it is now yours.
I cannot be with someone who is not able to express themselves. I am human, I have faults indeed. I have never been too good with balancing my own space within the framework of a relationship and I am not proud of that, in fact after this experience I felt harshly embarrassed that I held on to her so tightly. I still have moments where I wonder if it was my desire to spend each moment with her was the reason she bailed - that she realized that I was not that amazing after all. But no matter the scenario, I still was not given the respect to have an adult conversation about what was not working, or where I could grow. I do believe that I am a solid partner when it comes to communication - but I require a partner to be adult with me about what she needs. Though I may act bratty in these less than desirable conversations about where I need to change, I know the core of me would like to grow and willing to do what I need to make my love unconditional and sensitive to my partners needs. I want to do better at this starting now.
I know that sometimes the pain of holding on is even worse than the pain of letting go. I guess that I can't love someone who is no longer willing to love me openly. For many years I have prided myself on loving with all my vigor and showing people what I have learned, that love should live the intention of each moment and really the only meditation that makes us productively human. I know now that not everyone believes in love the way that I do, that different people have different paths they need to lead, but I need someone to appreciate that I would walk the fire to keep my love alive, to fight for the love I stand for and believe in.
I am changing, I am growing, it is not comfortable; but it seems the more I refuse it, the more it reaffirms that truth is not in feeling, but in accepting. I don't expect to be whole again anytime soon but I hope to at least be a woman who can provide her niece with courage. That one day when she comes to me with a broken heart I can assure her she will grow. That's all I can hope. Thank you to those who are hoping that for me. Now is the time for me to be happy with just me.
Gratefully,
P
Friday, October 26, 2012
Absolute Healing
Life is an endless journey that at times can seem lonely and unamusing. The more you try and understand the journey, the more you realize how much you have left to learn. Somethings don't make sense until the lesson has passed from your heart to brain. When you have something priceless dear to you in possession, you are often forced to let it go. You can't hold what is not yours to keep, but like a fool you hold on to what is gone until remembering what is there all along. You, everything else you hold dear and love. You are there. You are the one left when everything else turns to dust in the wind. Everything you possess that lives inside of you is alive, no matter how dented you are or afraid you are that you may sound like a fool. You are not a fool, you are someone worthy of love if you to have been kind enough to also give love each day without telling fibs to yourself and others. You are the truth - the path ahead is yours to take alone, seeking those friends along the way who may lend a helping hand, a kind smile and love you unconditionally through internal weather storms and self-doubt. Look in the mirror and see you. When you forget how beautiful you are, measure your worth by knowing that each day you are trying to be your best, through the heartache, disappointment, abuse and uncertainties. If you are right within, you will be right outloud. Do not let your ego diminish your worth, don't worry about the past or the future. Live in the moment and do as you please, knowing love will find you when the time is right. She is there with you now/all along. Redeem glory, praise yourself as if you are religiously devout to yourself. If others believe in you, believe in yourself to allow the regeneration cycle to complete. Let go of those who are fake, let them go. If you were born to be brave, so be it. If you were born to lead, be a leader of change. If you were born to sing, sing with dignity. Be who you are meant to be: damaged beauty, perfect artistry of imperfection.
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