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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Pride goeth before a fall.

Mistakes: everyone makes them. What is a relationship without any mistakes? depriving of a chance to learn how to grow, and to make things better.

Help: it's something we all need at one point or another. Yet, not all of us have learnt how to ask for help without feeling that that act itself is a declaration of weakness.

The common theme running beneath the two?

Pride.

If mistakes, and making mistakes, are so common between any two people, the most logical conclusion I can arrive at is that any person would have been so immune to the mistakes of another that the mistakes themselves shouldn't even be placed high on any priority list. But then, why are so many mistakes blown up?

No, wait. A better question would be: why are mistakes able to make impactful marks on any relationship, mostly for the worse, when they are so common an occurence?

Tied in to mistakes, is the asking for help. Asking help from anyone at all can many times help to prevent the mistake from happening in the first place. But because it is commonly perceived as a sign of being weak, a sign of needing someone else, people avoid that.

Like many - if not all - others, I've made my fair share of mistakes. Better yet, I've shown my large share of stupidity because I was too proud - and maybe even too afraid - to ask for help when I really need it. But the act that takes the cake is that when another - namely Az - willingly offers help and strength even without my asking, and I refuse his help, refuse his strength, simply because I was - am - too pig-headed to want to.

I couldn't lower my pride enough to share my weaknesses.

Don't I trust him?
Yes, of course I do.


How much?
Very much.

So why?


Pride (and fear, maybe).

Simply because of that, I've said things sub-intentionally meant to hurt. I can't deny that. But yet, after these few weeks of my plain stupidity, I'm starting to learn how to see past that things which walks before me, blinding in its brilliance so that I see nothing else, and walk off the cliff. Even though it's not explicitly obvious, even to him, yeah, I'm starting to learn to veer from pride when I see it.

Or, at the very least, make up for the mistakes I did because of (or even not because of) it.

"In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two." - Erich Fromm

Casey blew the autumn leaves at 8:36 AM


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Monday, May 29, 2006

Patience.

It's something that most of us in the world lack. We hate waiting in long queues, we hate it when someone nags, even if out of concern, we snap at people before we think about the consequence, etc. There are so many forms of patience in the world, and we lack all of them, especially in the relationships.

Things don't always go your way. In relationships, there are always ups and downs. There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, and till this day, I believe that's true. Both parties have to work at it to make it a happy relationship. No exceptions. There is no class, no race, no religion, no shit. In whatever way you look at it, both have to work together.

Sometimes, you get angry at the other, and that's completely natural. We all make mistakes, big or small. But very few are good reasons for ending the relationship, if any at all. No, we usually decide to break a relationship based on something one did or not do, and hold it against them for a very long time, without even thinking about why it happened. There's no thinking from the other's point of view. Just your own. And this applies to not only the one who gets hurt, but the one who does the hurting as well.

Some guys are assholes, jerks, blah blah blah, and think they're like God's greatest gift to women. On the other hand, some gals think they're always right, and use PMS as the perfect excuse to get out of everything.

What I'm trying to say I guess, is that one shouldn't judge the other completely cos of that one mistake. Sometimes it's not their fault, sometimes it's theirs. There's always a reason, and both parties owe it to each other to at least listen to it. Be fair. But most of all, be patient.

Sometimes, I can't help but get annoyed when gals (or sometimes even guys) use PMS as an excuse for the moment. Yes, I know the gal is in pain, and sometimes is just not in the mood for much. But in my opinion, that doesn't give the gal an excuse for pretty much everything. The worst kind are those who insist on 3 ways of looking at PMS: Pre, Pro, and Post.

Guys aren't any better when it comes to handling the situation better. They don't remember that when it's THAT time of the month, extra sensitivity must be practiced, and they should remember that the gal is trying hard not to burst out in a prissy mood or anything at you, even though she's in pain. Instead, they shoot their mouth off, do things that even though both enjoy, she's not up to.

I think I lost my way somewhere about this post. But yeah. Hope you'll be able to see where I went with this post.

However, like I said, even though it barely has any regard to this post, it still is the best way to end it.

Patience.

Peace...

W|LD_CARD blew the autumn leaves at 2:44 PM


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Sunday, May 21, 2006

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. - Henri Nouwen.

Sometimes, many times, in fact, so many situations are beyond one's control. However much we'll like to try to help the other, we can shoulder his problems for him. And too many times, we can't even begin to start taking away his pain, his fears.

After nine months of trying to understand, to learn how to support each other through our problems and pain, I've come to this conclusion, that even if there're problems, even if there is pain, the most anyone of us can do is not to try desperately to alleviate anything, to not force anything.

Because many times, there is nothing we can do to change the situation for the other. But I can help the person who's being affected by the situation, by giving him space and patience as he needs it, and just by being there.

As much as I'm able to.

As much as I can.

Casey blew the autumn leaves at 8:22 PM


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