Monday, August 11, 2008
Emotions
Some times even your strongest emotions can hurt some times anger can cause you to break down resulting to anger causing you to do something you egret even hurting someone you love that has looked out for you. Latter you strongest emotions can set a stop sign for your madness but by the time it does damage had already been done some times you try to fix it but the only way is to go back in time witch is impossible but you try every thing you can but is not enough so your strongest emotions keep hurting even when the person you hurt is no longer mad they are still hurting and you still wish you could take it back.
Hate Tears
I hate tears.
But they come unbidden.
All the time.
I hate being lonely.
But I am all the time.
I love to laugh.
But the humour is drying up.
But they come unbidden.
All the time.
I hate being lonely.
But I am all the time.
I love to laugh.
But the humour is drying up.
Hurting People Hurt People
Ever wonder why we act the way we do? Why do we do certain things that are hurtful, abusive, derogatory or divisive things? I am in no way attempting to even excuse the bad things that we do to each other yet to foster some understanding. We could all use a little more understanding and compassion. There really is a very simple explanation that will shed some light on our dark behaviors.
First of all, what comes out of us is in us. If I cause others pain it is because pain is in me. I give to others only what I have to give. My life is one big slide projector. You will only see outwardly what is in me. If hurt and pain are in the carousel of my heart then that is what I project onto the screen of others around me. Hurting people will forever be hurting people until they stop being hurting people.
This means that we must resolve our pain. This process of healing begins by answering a few questions honestly. What are the hurtful things that I am doing? What triggers me to do those things? What subconscious recollections do I have at the time these things are triggered? What hurts me more than anything? Why does it hurt me? Who did it come from? Understanding the source of our pain is the first step in healing. We aren’t looking for people to blame but only to get an understanding of why we hurt the way we do and what we need to do to fix it. There are contributing factors that have a lot to do with our families of origin but we are responsible for our actions.
We need to understand this cycle. Our families did things to hurt us but they were only doing it from their pain. They were projecting their pain and we were often the easiest targets. It really had nothing to do with us except us being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It didn’t mean that we were stupid, undeserving, worthless, ugly or lesser than in anyway. They were conveying on us how they felt about themselves. We often perceived those thoughts or feelings as being true since they were coming from the most significant people in our lives. They weren’t true. Yes, they could have gotten help or done better but many of them didn’t. You and I can.
We have the tools available to help us understand and resolve our pain in counseling and psychology. But the greatest tool we have is our relationship with our heavenly Father who loves us and cares about our every pain. He has given us His Son who died to take way our sins and our pain. We have His holy Word that brings healing to our lives. We have His Holy Spirit that is our comforter and counselor. Hurting people don’t have to continue hurting people.
First of all, what comes out of us is in us. If I cause others pain it is because pain is in me. I give to others only what I have to give. My life is one big slide projector. You will only see outwardly what is in me. If hurt and pain are in the carousel of my heart then that is what I project onto the screen of others around me. Hurting people will forever be hurting people until they stop being hurting people.
This means that we must resolve our pain. This process of healing begins by answering a few questions honestly. What are the hurtful things that I am doing? What triggers me to do those things? What subconscious recollections do I have at the time these things are triggered? What hurts me more than anything? Why does it hurt me? Who did it come from? Understanding the source of our pain is the first step in healing. We aren’t looking for people to blame but only to get an understanding of why we hurt the way we do and what we need to do to fix it. There are contributing factors that have a lot to do with our families of origin but we are responsible for our actions.
We need to understand this cycle. Our families did things to hurt us but they were only doing it from their pain. They were projecting their pain and we were often the easiest targets. It really had nothing to do with us except us being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It didn’t mean that we were stupid, undeserving, worthless, ugly or lesser than in anyway. They were conveying on us how they felt about themselves. We often perceived those thoughts or feelings as being true since they were coming from the most significant people in our lives. They weren’t true. Yes, they could have gotten help or done better but many of them didn’t. You and I can.
We have the tools available to help us understand and resolve our pain in counseling and psychology. But the greatest tool we have is our relationship with our heavenly Father who loves us and cares about our every pain. He has given us His Son who died to take way our sins and our pain. We have His holy Word that brings healing to our lives. We have His Holy Spirit that is our comforter and counselor. Hurting people don’t have to continue hurting people.
Hitler Quotes
All great movements are popular movements. They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions, stirred into activity by the ruthless Goddess of Distress or by the torch of the spoken word cast into the midst of the people.
As soon as by one's own propaganda even a glimpse of right on the other side is admitted, the cause for doubting one's own right is laid.
Hate is more lasting than dislike.
He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.
It is always more difficult to fight against faith than against knowledge.
Struggle is the father of all things. It is not by the principles of humanity that man lives or is able to preserve himself above the animal world, but solely by means of the most brutal struggle.
As soon as by one's own propaganda even a glimpse of right on the other side is admitted, the cause for doubting one's own right is laid.
Hate is more lasting than dislike.
He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.
It is always more difficult to fight against faith than against knowledge.
Struggle is the father of all things. It is not by the principles of humanity that man lives or is able to preserve himself above the animal world, but solely by means of the most brutal struggle.
Worries
"There is a great difference between worry and concern. A worried person sees a problem, and a concerned person solves a problem."
"When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about."
"Worry doesn't help tomorrow's troubles, but it does ruin today's happiness."
"When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about."
"Worry doesn't help tomorrow's troubles, but it does ruin today's happiness."
Twist of Time
I DON'T remember how we got on the subject, but on a recent shopping trip to Mount Kisco I was prompted to tell my wife the story of ''Masha and Sasha.'' It's something I read in a book when I was a very little boy, and it stuck with me ever since. It seemed like such a valuable lesson to learn and to live by.
I DON'T remember how we got on the subject, but on a recent shopping trip to Mount Kisco I was prompted to tell my wife the story of ''Masha and Sasha.'' It's something I read in a book when I was a very little boy, and it stuck with me ever since. It seemed like such a valuable lesson to learn and to live by. The story of ''Masha and Sasha'': Once upon a time, in a little village, there lived a dry-goods merchant who had two apprentices, Masha and Sasha. After six months, Masha came to the boss and said, ''Boss, I've been here just as long as Sasha, but you pay him two rubles a week more than me. That's just not fair.''
''You may be right, my boy,'' said the kindly merchant. ''So let's see what we can do about it.''
''Look out the window, way up the main street, almost at the edge of town. What do you see in the middle of the road?
''A peddler,'' Masha said, ''with a horse and wagon, coming this way.'' ''Very good. Go see what he's selling.'' Masha put on his cap, ran out of the store, up the street and came back in about seven minutes, with this report: ''He's selling linen.''
''Hmmm,'' the merchant mused. ''We're running low and could probably use some. Ask him how much he wants for it.''
Masha ran out again, came back in three minutes this time, because the peddlar was continuously moving through town, and provided this information: ''He wants 100 rubles for each bolt.''
''Not bad,'' the merchant said, ''but I don't know how many meters to each bolt. Go find out.''
Another run out and back, and a minute later Masha brought back ''50 meters per bolt, Boss.''
''That's not bad. But how wide is the cloth?'' Another trip, another run - this time in the opposite direction, because the peddlar was by now heading for the outskirts of the village - and Masha has discovered that the goods are 60 centimeters wide.
''O.K., Masha. Take a well-earned rest. But first, ask Sasha to come in.''
When Sasha entered, the merchant posed the same problem. ''Sasha, do you see the peddlar who is just leaving our village? Go find out what he's selling.'' Completely out of breath, Sasha returns 10 minutes later. ''Boss, he's selling linen, and we're really short in this material. He has 50 bolts for sale, each one two-ply, 60 centimeters wide, 50 meters per bolt. He asked for 100 rubles a bolt, but I talked him into letting you have them for 92. He's unloading downstairs.'' Moral? In the old days, the moral would have been cloyingly obvious, as it was intended to be. But my wife objected. ''No way,'' she said.
''In today's real world,'' she sadly suggested, ''Sasha and Masha would both be making the same salary. Union rules, tenure, Equal Employment Opportunity and all sorts of governmental regulations would insist on it. Not only that, but if one of the two boys has to be fired, it won't be Masha. Count on it. He doesn't pose a threat to the boss's position!''
Times change. And with it ''the moral of the story.''
I DON'T remember how we got on the subject, but on a recent shopping trip to Mount Kisco I was prompted to tell my wife the story of ''Masha and Sasha.'' It's something I read in a book when I was a very little boy, and it stuck with me ever since. It seemed like such a valuable lesson to learn and to live by. The story of ''Masha and Sasha'': Once upon a time, in a little village, there lived a dry-goods merchant who had two apprentices, Masha and Sasha. After six months, Masha came to the boss and said, ''Boss, I've been here just as long as Sasha, but you pay him two rubles a week more than me. That's just not fair.''
''You may be right, my boy,'' said the kindly merchant. ''So let's see what we can do about it.''
''Look out the window, way up the main street, almost at the edge of town. What do you see in the middle of the road?
''A peddler,'' Masha said, ''with a horse and wagon, coming this way.'' ''Very good. Go see what he's selling.'' Masha put on his cap, ran out of the store, up the street and came back in about seven minutes, with this report: ''He's selling linen.''
''Hmmm,'' the merchant mused. ''We're running low and could probably use some. Ask him how much he wants for it.''
Masha ran out again, came back in three minutes this time, because the peddlar was continuously moving through town, and provided this information: ''He wants 100 rubles for each bolt.''
''Not bad,'' the merchant said, ''but I don't know how many meters to each bolt. Go find out.''
Another run out and back, and a minute later Masha brought back ''50 meters per bolt, Boss.''
''That's not bad. But how wide is the cloth?'' Another trip, another run - this time in the opposite direction, because the peddlar was by now heading for the outskirts of the village - and Masha has discovered that the goods are 60 centimeters wide.
''O.K., Masha. Take a well-earned rest. But first, ask Sasha to come in.''
When Sasha entered, the merchant posed the same problem. ''Sasha, do you see the peddlar who is just leaving our village? Go find out what he's selling.'' Completely out of breath, Sasha returns 10 minutes later. ''Boss, he's selling linen, and we're really short in this material. He has 50 bolts for sale, each one two-ply, 60 centimeters wide, 50 meters per bolt. He asked for 100 rubles a bolt, but I talked him into letting you have them for 92. He's unloading downstairs.'' Moral? In the old days, the moral would have been cloyingly obvious, as it was intended to be. But my wife objected. ''No way,'' she said.
''In today's real world,'' she sadly suggested, ''Sasha and Masha would both be making the same salary. Union rules, tenure, Equal Employment Opportunity and all sorts of governmental regulations would insist on it. Not only that, but if one of the two boys has to be fired, it won't be Masha. Count on it. He doesn't pose a threat to the boss's position!''
Times change. And with it ''the moral of the story.''
Acceptance and grace….
I am trying to learn acceptance in my life. I know that when I truly learn this lesson that I will be gifted with grace as my reward.
I have to learn to accept the things that are out of my control. I have to accept that I can’t be there for everyone who needs. I cannot fix the world, nor can I fix anyone else.
I have to accept that I only have control over me, my actions and my attitude. This is a very big and hard one to learn. I admit it, I become frustrated that I can’t do more.
For everything else, I have to put it into the God pile and take it out of my own hands.
I have to learn to accept the things that are out of my control. I have to accept that I can’t be there for everyone who needs. I cannot fix the world, nor can I fix anyone else.
I have to accept that I only have control over me, my actions and my attitude. This is a very big and hard one to learn. I admit it, I become frustrated that I can’t do more.
For everything else, I have to put it into the God pile and take it out of my own hands.
Revolutions
The Revolution was effected before the War commenced. The Revolution was in the minds and hearts of the people; a change in their religious sentiments of their duties and obligations. This radical change in the principles, opinions, sentiments, and affections of the people, was the real American Revolution." - John Adams
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy." - John Adams
In revolutions the occasions may be trifling but great interest are at stake." - Aristotle
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy." - John Adams
In revolutions the occasions may be trifling but great interest are at stake." - Aristotle
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