We all face different things in our lives. Seldom do we stop and realize what others go through. I have known friends that hurt each day, carry guilt, and hurt. I know people who despite circumstances that were given to them, carry on each and every day. **&
It is never the journey ahead that hurts us… It is, however, our lack to properly prepare as we start that journey. MwsR
Don’t forget others go through it, deal with it, and push past it… you can too.
Yes, it will hurt sometimes. Yes, it will change you some. Yes, it will most definitely impact those who are in it with you, in one way, shape, or form. This can most certainly be directly or indirectly.
But the good news is… You can move through whatever journey is ahead… You can.
Fondly remembering my childhood days, from when I would wander around outside playing, often following a path leading to my backyard creek, I almost get lost in the excitement of it all. I often forget that everything back then was not always great…
Why is it we often deceive ourselves? From my personal experience, I often do it, to keep my spirit from falling down around me. Sometimes, if we face our worst moments, it can be discouraging and often times scarring to our souls. If we don’t have to come to terms with a bad situation, or a bad experience, we can sweep it aside until we are able to deal with it. Is this wrong? Shouldn’t we all try and face our problems, head on and not run from them? Others would say yes, while many of us, say it varies, it changes with each individual situation. Not everything is the same for each of us. We are, after all, individuals from different walks, different cultures, and different places. So with that being said, here is from my perspective.
Childhood, the sights, the new experiences, the excitement and the not so good times. I grew up in a family of five. Mother, Father, Daughter, Me, and a Brother, and yes, I was a middle child. Yay, me! Not. Being a middle child was anything but pleasant. It seemed I was never old enough to do the big stuff, but yet not young enough to get away with anything. I felt I was always held accountable for what my little brother did. He seemed to be a mischievous one, whose experiments always landed us in trouble, and who got off from punishment, simply by being the youngest. I was always told, “I should of known better.”
My sister was older than me, by eight years. She was busy doing her “older things” most of the time, and I hardly saw her. Between her schooling and her jobs, she kept pretty busy and scarcely at our home. I missed her when she wasn’t around. She was fun to follow and fun to watch. She got to do cool things and she even drove herself to wherever she needed or wanted to go. That was a pretty big deal for me. I dreamt of the day I would follow in her footsteps. But for now, I was the middle one, the one who got hand me down clothes and the one who was too young to follow my sister to events, and yet old enough to watch over my little brother, thus making me responsible for us staying out of trouble. Which I might add, was very unfair. My brother had a mind of his own. Although sometimes it was a fun time, it often finished in my grounding or spanking. Sometimes I swear that was his ploy, to get me into trouble.
This one particular time I remember is when we decided to fish with a rod in the living room. We used an actual fishing rod, my mom had a chandelier hanging down in the living room, and this time, it was tied up in fishing line. I do not know what my brother was thinking. although we both were guilty, we had stood on our living room table and before we both contemplated what would happen next, we had tied a fishing line around our mom’s chandelier. Uh ho! We both were in big trouble. I wish you could imagine what it looked like. A three-tier chandelier, with crystal goblets and crystal tear-shaped jewels, with a clear fishing line twisted in and out through it. It was going to be a long ditch effort to fix this, and guess who would have to? Me! Needless to say, I worked my butt off trying to untangle that fishing rod. Sad to say, my mom walked in about the time I was almost done and she was not happy. I got in trouble and my brother was scolded, I had a belt taken to my butt and an ear full of do’s and don’ts.
Thinking back on it all, I sometimes laugh at the things that often time got me in trouble. Just like this story of the fishing rod. When I remember it, I remember the anger I had at being the only one who received a spanking and yet, I smile because it was a crazy thing for two kids to do while their parents were out. Funny how a situation can be both crazy funny, and yet so unfairly dealt with at the same time. That was not the only time being the middle child made me the scapegoat for my little brother. I guess that is also what happens when you were the “black sheep” of the family.
As I rise my mind sorts through All the things of this new day I must do. No rest, even though I am tired No forgetting of troubles, I know, I have tried. So much before me still left unfinished The need to get them done has not diminished. My body’s issues and pains Make me feel like a dog that’s chained. I wish for peace down in my soul A place of safety few will ever know. With the light of a new day, I can attempt again, I hope that I find this before my end. I will keep trying, doing things over and over till it is there. One minute, one day at a time, even if it takes a whole year.
Used to dream of having a lot of family members for events and special occasions, that it would ease the lack of the childhood family I once had. Seems each year is another missed year with the familiar, childhood family. Yet I’m reminded that it is the now, not then I should give my thoughts to. Still, it all seemed so nice and comforting somehow in my mind. Life is constantly changing. Make the most of whatever you have or can. Memories are in the making if you want them to be. Don’t focus all your thoughts on what could have been. Reflect on the fact that like Christ rose from the dead and gave us new meaning, life will create meaning also. Easter…..a new beginning, meaning, purpose
There comes a time to care, and a time to disappear. A time to forgive, and a time to move on. A time to cherish, and a time to learn from, A time to accept and a time to reject. A time to hope and a time to give up. A time to be last and a time to be first.. A time to talk about, and a time to keep silent. A time to walk away, and a time to stay.
There is only this one life!
Don’t allow yourself to give to another and get nothing in return.
Don;t allow yourself to be used, or hurt, just because someone forgot your worth.
Don’t allow your heart to be wasted on selfish individuals, spend that energy loving the ones who are there, stood by your side, and will love you
It seems by looking in from the outside no one really knows anything. It can be way different from the perspectives that onlookers have than from the inside reality. Walk with a soft step when approaching someone. We never really know what path they have walked themselves before we arrived. So much impact people’s lives. So much can happen to change things.
“Just as your car runs more smoothly and requires less energy to go faster and farther when the wheels are in perfect alignment, you perform better when your thoughts, feelings, emotions, goals, and values are in balance.”
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