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Short Prayer

I did not choose awareness, awareness choose me...and i accept it...i did not choose to know, the knowing choose me...and i accept it...amen...

Lived...

It is hereby decreed that: Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both. Article 2 – Once struck by a stray arrow fired from Cupid’s bow, they should immediately ask the archer to shoot the same arrow in the opposite direction, so as not to be afflicted by the wound known as “unrequited love”. Should Cupid refuse to perform such a gesture, the Convention now being promulgated demands that the wounded partner remove the arrow from his/her heart and throw it in the garbage. In order to guarantee this, those concerned should avoid telephone calls, messages over the Internet, sending flowers that are always returned, or each and every means of seduction, since these may yield results in the short run but always end up wrong after a while. The Convention decrees that the wounded person should immediately seek the company of other people and try to control the obsessive thought: “this person is worth fighting for”. Article 3 – If the wound is caused by third parties, in other words if the loved one has become interested in someone not in the script previously drafted, vengeance is expressly forbidden. In this case, it is allowed to use tears until the eyes dry up, to punch walls or pillows, to insult the ex-partner in conversations with friends, to allege his/her complete lack of taste, but without offending their honor. The Convention determines that the rule contained in Article 2 be applied: seek the company of other persons, preferably in places different from those frequented by the other party. Article 4 – In the case of light wounds, herein classified as small treacheries, fulminating passions that are short-lived, passing sexual disinterest, the medicine called Pardon should be applied generously and quickly. Once this medicine has been applied, one should never reconsider one’s decision, not even once, and the theme must be completely forgotten and never used as an argument in a fight or in a moment of hatred. Article 5 – In all definitive wounds, also known as “breaking up”, the only medicine capable of having an effect is called Time. It is no use seeking consolation from fortune-tellers (who always say that the lost lover will return), romantic books (which always have a happy ending), soap-operas on the television or other such things. One should suffer intensely, completely avoiding drugs, tranquilizers and praying to saints. Alcohol is only tolerated if kept to a maximum of two glasses of wine a day. Final determination: Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their choice. And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t. By Paulo Coelho... Thanks Paulo.

Life...

The greatest tragedy of life is not death, but what we let to die within us.....

pain...

Why does it still hurt...i want this pain to go away....though it makes me stronger...but it hurts...a lot...every little empty space in my mind takes me there at every opportunity...and it hurts...how could you do this to me...how could you do this to me...how could you do this to me...

Disguise?

I am scared he said...it was 4:06 in the morning and with a little courage and convincing i woke up to listen...I saw this guy, he was in a lot of pain, walking around aimlessly,watching people and families having a good time. He somehow did not care or feel the joy of others, he was in his own shell, covered by confusion, anger, pain, sadness and lost of faith. I watched as he went to a group of friends and offered to give them a good bargain on a magic stone he possesses, he said. He showed them the tricks the stone could do. One of them knew the disguise of this men the moment he laid his eyes on him. He could see through him and saw the trapped emotions in this guy and took a step back. The other two however were more impressed with the properties of this stone and took a step forward to discuss... After some brief negotiation on the price, the two friends quickly agreed to a price as they wanted this magical stone in their hands as quickly as possible. The man walked away into the crowd just as quickly as the deal was made. But the man was in disguise...the stone was not real...it turned out to be a rock from the streets. By the time the friends realized he was gone with the wind... I saw the fear in him as he told me this story...what happened i ask... The man was in disguise...was the magic in disguise too? he asked with some tears finding its way out of his eyes... Lets go for a walk i said as i got off the bed, grab my jacket and walked with him alongside...in silence...

i listened...

How are you...i asked. And you know, i asked this everytime i am hit by this sharp pain that goes through my body and shocks my soul, sending my body into trembles...earlier i just use to cry out to ease the pain...but now i am stopping myself from letting it out through tears...i need to get hold of myself...i need to own this pain...this is my pain and i accept it...i simply accept it... i decided to listen this time...just listen... Why did she do this to me?...did she ever love me at all?...can you believe she asked me these questions too! he said raising his voice...i know he is hurt... It was so painful to hear her ask me these questions when i am the one should be asking...i am so alone without her...everything is such an effort now...I did not know how and when i had totally let her into my world...now every slap in my small little private world ask's of her...i dont know how to answer them...i want my world to always know her as the person i knew earlier...that is not her anymore...may be it was never her...i dont care! but i dont want them to know her this way...i dont want my world to know how much she has hurt me...i want to live in my world with good memories of her...the memories i can talk to them about and cherish in laughter and tears...i miss her...i miss her a lot... Listening...i was listening... and i promise to listen...no matter how long it takes for him to cross over...