14.4.09
189: Not As Huge As Reality
Unfortunately we can’t force someone to love us. I know how painful it can be. Distance is obviously going to be a problem for you when it comes to this. Try working this out in a journal, I know that sounds corny, but when you write down your internal hopes and fears and feelings, and then go back and read them, sometimes you will notice how they don’t seem as huge in reality. Try and refocus your energies on something else for a while, your feelings won’t change over night, but you can work on accepting the fact that there will not be a connection between the two of you beyond what you have already shared. You will get through this, and you will find a special person who will appreciate in you all of the parts that make you lovable and worthy. God bless.
OKay…. I got this paragraph of sentiments over somebody’s friendster while I was loosely browsing around using mr. X’s friendster account. I was at the brink of depressing memories when suddenly I had read this. What’s amazing was that before I got to read this is I was thinking of reading an old ‘journal about mr.X’. And if you had read the paragraph above, you’ll get what I’m trying to say.
After two years and eight months, and suddenly striking veins of memories crept my mind. Oh well, maybe this reviewing of my scholastic lessons raised some memories back from the dead, or perhaps the memory-drug I’ve been taking had awakened some sleeping memory cells. Heck, whatever.
But still, it was comforting to read that paragraph… In a way, I am reminded again that God is hearing my very thoughts every moment and He is using different tactics to comfort me now.
Tears are dropping…another chance to shout “Kamote! Emote!”
(Septemer 15, 2008)
OKay…. I got this paragraph of sentiments over somebody’s friendster while I was loosely browsing around using mr. X’s friendster account. I was at the brink of depressing memories when suddenly I had read this. What’s amazing was that before I got to read this is I was thinking of reading an old ‘journal about mr.X’. And if you had read the paragraph above, you’ll get what I’m trying to say.
After two years and eight months, and suddenly striking veins of memories crept my mind. Oh well, maybe this reviewing of my scholastic lessons raised some memories back from the dead, or perhaps the memory-drug I’ve been taking had awakened some sleeping memory cells. Heck, whatever.
But still, it was comforting to read that paragraph… In a way, I am reminded again that God is hearing my very thoughts every moment and He is using different tactics to comfort me now.
Tears are dropping…another chance to shout “Kamote! Emote!”
(Septemer 15, 2008)
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