Nothing ever ends poetically for most of us. As humans, we tend to turn heartbreak into poetry. All the blood we see after a heartache, was never beautiful as we perceived it to be—it was just red. Neither one of you is happy, but neither one of you wants to leave. The result is almost predictable—you stay in each others lives, keep breaking each other's hearts, and kept calling it love. And then everything just falls , albeit spectacularly, apart.
Five years ago, a friend of mine introduced the Science of Mind concept to me. If you are familiar with The Secret, Science of Mind (SoM) is the in-depth version. It's where The Secret was based on. The theory behind SoM is easy enough to understand. Practicing it, however, is another thing. There had been so many improper mind conditionings we were exposed to that it takes time to make new neural pathways. One practice in SoM that helps ease you into the SoM state of mind is the gratitude …
Last week, he was gunned down during an operation against him. He was allegedly a drug lord/protector. If he is one, then I'm the Dalai Lama. Allegedly. Innocent until proven guilty. What happened to him was lamentable. I sincerely hope there was no miscarriage of justice, or may our Lord have mercy on us all, on His role as the final arbiter.
Then I realized I don’t love me enough, and that’s how I understand maybe why you don’t either. But I pray you do, and that I am wrong. I hate being wrong but this is the one time I hope I'm so wrong. Do I love you? With all my heart and you know it. I don't wish that you love me the way I want to be loved—I just want you to love me the way you know how.
In reality, I was pissed—pissed when I was told I wasn't enough. Not sexy enough. Not strong enough, that I wouldn't last in a gym, that I couldn't do it. That flipped the switch. I always get what I want when I put my mind into it, and being told with such finality that I just can't, I was determined to prove my naysayers wrong.