Contentment is not about having what we want, but about wanting what we have..
I had you. I had wanted every bit of you, enjoyed every minute with you, taking you as you were. The simplicities and complexities all inclusive. Yes, all. I even welcomed the pain, the friction, the envy, the fights, the crisis and the impossibilities of a future with you.
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Until…
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July. Another lie. And another goodbye.
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An elder Cherokee was teaching his grandchildren. He said to them:
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“A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight. It is between two wolves: One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.
The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.”
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The grandchildren thought about it for a minute, then one child asked his grandfather:
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“Which wolf will win?”
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The old Cherokee simply replied… “The one you feed.”
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There are many things expected of me. As there are many things I was supposed to be. But then again, there are many things I have fulfilled. As there are many things too, that I used to be. But who is there for me at times when all I could be is just me?
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I have been a listener. But even a great listener needs to speak sometimes. I have said my piece and I have been called a mistake. So I walk away, with all my unspoken words. And with all my thoughts, prayers and love… I’ll make it right somehow, somewhere. Away. Right away.
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I’ll be all right, soon.
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It’s raining Kuchings and dogs and I’m loving every drop of their tails.
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It’s a four letter word
a place you go to heal your hurt
it’s an altar, it’s a shelter
one place you’re always welcome
a pink flamingo, double wide
one bedroom in a high rise
a mansion on a hill
where the memories always will
keep you company
whenever you’re alone
after all of my running
I’m finally coming…
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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me… home
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming… home
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Well they say it’s where the heart is
and I guess the hardest part is
when your heart is broken
and you’re lost out in the great wide open
looking for a map
finding your way back
to where you belong
oh well that’s where I belong
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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me
Home…
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming
Home…
Home….
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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me… home
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming
after all of my running
I’m finally coming…
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Home.
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My KaCher forwarded me something that turned out to be a very good read. It made my morning, and I bet it will make my day.
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I am not going to tell you what it is. Yes, I am greedy that way.
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All I want to say is, “Like attracts like.”
And this ‘Like’ has nothing to do with Facebook.
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