therapeutic? you decide

the oldest profession is being a warrior. Wars were waged since time past. Man has this insatiable desire to get one over the other man. It’s no surprise this has evolved into a modern day phenomenal. 

there’s now a need to not only get one over your opponent, but that indescribable urge to see them fail and rub it all over their faces. c’est la vie? i don’t know

destruction. what a friend or foe it can be. imagine this for me, will you, for a second. an office with a door leading to a shredding room. you carry into that room a box full of papers and stuff to shred. after a hard days work of toil and labour, you bring in this little minions ready for destruction.

As you start putting the paper through the shredding vanes and you hear the sound of destruction. that piece of A4 paper being decimated and torn bit by bit into nothingness. The loud rumbling of the metal structure “eating up” the paper.

You feel accomplished. You feel relaxed.

in one word, THERAPEUTIC

I’ve turned into a monster….

questions and answers?

Yes, it can happen so quickly. Life as we know it can change in a blink of an eye. Unlikely friendships can blossom, important careers can be tossed aside, a long lost hope can be rekindled. Still, we should be grateful for whatever changes life throws at us. Because all too soon, the day will come when there are no changes left.

From the moment we wake up in the morning ’til our head hits the pillow at night, our lives are filled with questions. Most are easily answered and soon forgotten. But some questions are much harder to ask because we are so afraid of the answer. Will I be around to watch my children grow up? Am I making a mistake by marrying this woman? Could she ever truly love me? And what happens when we ask ourself the hard question and get the answer we’ve been hoping for? Well, that’s when happiness begins.

Passion. It’s a force so potent we still remember it long after it’s faded away. A drive so alluring it can push us into the arms of unexpected lovers. A sensation so overwhelming, it can knock down walls we’ve built to protect our hearts. A feeling so intense, it resurfaces even though we tried so hard to keep it buried. Yes, of all emotions, passion is the one that gives us a reason to live, and an excuse to commit all sorts of crimes.

 

Security

Family. There is nothing more important. They’re the ones who show up when we are in trouble. The ones who push us to succeed. The ones who help keep our secrets. But what of those who have no family to rely on? What happens to those poor souls who have no loved ones to help them in their hour of need? Well, most learn to walk life’s road by themselves. But a sad few of us, simply stop trying.

People do good deeds for many reasons, but sometimes good deeds have bad consequences. Correcting a colleague’s mistake could breed resentment. Opening one’s home to a friend can damage that friendship. Trying to bring a spouse closer might push her further away. That’s why there’s an old expression about helping people – No good deed goes unpunished

Good deeds aren’t always done for the purest of reasons. We may be trying to impress. We may be acting out of guilt. We may be expecting something in return, but occasionally a good deed comes straight from the heart.

Secrets

Yes, we often learn our most important lessons outside the classroom. The painful truth about the state of a relationship, the ugly cost of challenging authority, the sad fact that life’s colors aren’t always rosy, then are those who refuse to accept these important lessons. They simply wait to teach a lesson of their own.

There comes a time when we must expose our weaknesses. When our secrets can no longer remain private, when our solitude can no longer be denied, when our pain can no longer be ignored, but sometimes we feel so alone that a weaknesses we thought we’d overcome suddenly becomes too long to fight.

Keeping secrets is a lonely business. That’s why we all search for someone to confide in: an ally who will understand, an advisor who we can trust, a friend who will never judge.

Good friends are the ones who tell us the truth about ourselves… even when the truth might be something we’re reluctant to admit – that we still have a great deal to learn, that we sometimes need to ask for help, that we maybe overlooking a golden opportunity. Yes, hearing the truth can often set us on a different path, but we never know where that path might take us or who might be watching.

Hello Goodbye

It’s strange how you know someone for many, many years but yet you don’t really know anything about him/her. It’s weird how we seem so close on the surface but in our hearts we question ourselves about one another.

The names that come to my mind without me having to look through my contact list is already enough to make me feel sad.  There’s this Familiar Unfamiliarity, I know you; but I also don’t really know you at all.

How about coffee some day? Like start over. And this time, I really want to know you.
My name is Josiah, nice to meet you. You are?