It was a fairy tale. You were lost in the woods and then you suddenly find the way out. Isn't that what growing is all about?
Update number 2:
Its been another 3 years since Ive logged in to Witty. It took me over an hour to guess my username.
I broke into tears reading my sad posts from 5-6 years ago.. posts about suicide, begging for love and most of all, never being good enough.
I am now 21, MARRIED and have a BABY, a seven month old son, as well as with two dogs.
So please, listen to me when I say,
IT GETS BETTER.
Its been another 3 years since Ive logged in to Witty. It took me over an hour to guess my username.
I broke into tears reading my sad posts from 5-6 years ago.. posts about suicide, begging for love and most of all, never being good enough.
I am now 21, MARRIED and have a BABY, a seven month old son, as well as with two dogs.
So please, listen to me when I say,
IT GETS BETTER.
this is the
recipe of life
said my mother
as she held me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
must wilt
fall
root
rise
in order to bloom
said my mother
as she held me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
must wilt
fall
root
rise
in order to bloom
"A company, which asks the job-seeking
candidates to give it in writing a road-map as how they are going
to make it grow as a condition or clause for their hiring, is
most likely making a great financial loss and most probably its
boss is seriously contemplating only to close down that
particular business on gross."
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
“be soft. my love.
because flowers don’t grow.
on hard grounds.
because flowers don’t grow.
on hard grounds.
HAVE
WE EVER COMPLAINED because we are
misunderstood, misjudged, misidentified, slandered,
misheard, and not heard? Precisely this is our fate –
oh, for a long time yet! It is also our distinction; we
should not honor ourselves sufficiently if we wished that
it were otherwise. We are misidentified – because we
ourselves keep growing, keep changing, we shed our old
bark, we shed our skins every spring, we keep becoming
younger, fuller of future, taller, stronger, we push our
roots ever more powerfully into the depths – into
evil – while at the same time we embrace the heavens
ever more lovingly, more broadly, imbibing their light ever
more thirstily with all our twigs and leaves. Like trees we
grow – this is hard to understand, as is all of life
– not in one place only but everywhere, not in one
direction but equally upward and outward and inward and
downward; our energy is at work simultaneously in the
trunk, branches, and roots; we are no longer free to do
only one particular thing, to be only one particular thing.
This is our fate, as I have said; we grow in height; and
even if this should be our fatality – for we dwell
ever closer to the lightning – well, we do not on
that account honor it less; it remains that which we do not
wish to share, to make public – the fatality of the
heights, our fatality.
I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.
“
A lot of
people feel like they’re victims in life, and
they’ll often point to past events, perhaps growing up
with an abusive parent or in a dysfunctional family. Most
psychologists believe that about 85 percent of families are
dysfunctional, so all of a sudden you’re not so unique.
My parents were alcoholics. My dad abused me. My mother
divorced him when I was six…I mean, that’s almost
everybody’s story in some form or not. The real question
is, what are you going to do now? What do you choose now?
Because you can either keep focusing on that, or you can focus
on what you want. And when people start focusing on what they
want, what they don’t want falls away, and what they want
expands, and the other part disappears.
‘The Secret’ | Rhonda Byrne
‘The Secret’ | Rhonda Byrne
“
I
wanted to give up the idea I had any control. Shake things up. To
be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force
myself to grow again. To explode my comfort
zone.—Chuck Palahniuk
”
