There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
Yeats
It's been a very trying weekend thus far , where old hurtful feelings have resurfaced bringing painful memories along with it . Some wounds cut very deeply , leaving a lasting scar .
I have been resisting the temptation of retaliation , but it's been
difficult , to say the least . The first thing we want to do when feeling hurt is to hurt back . What does that solve ? Absolutely nothing .
Instead , I have opted to change my mood by praising our Lord . It worked quite well . . . . . yesterday . . . but it's a different matter today . Today , I'm sitting here pouring out the hurt with my other two
weapons : writing and crocheting .
I cannot change people , no matter how much I may wish I could . There are all kinds of people in this world and love is different with every single one of them .
Love is not only for two lovers . There are different kinds of loves . The love of a friend . The love of a parent . The love of a passionate
hobby . Love .
O , love is the crooked thing .
The person or people that have hurt me , didn't they love me ? Of course , they did . Then how could they inflict such pain and walk away without a care to what their words have done . Words and actions hurt , my friends , yet no one wants to claim their ownership .
We find justification for our behavior by naming every imaginable fault of that person whom we just inflicted pain on so we feel good about our behavior . This is why I did or said what I did , because they are a so and so .
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
Have a Blessed day everyone .
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