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|Love is a Choice (standard:other, 451 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: May 15 2009||Views/Reads: 1609/909||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Love is a choice and not an emotion. Love and fear cannot exist in the same space. Fear is the absence of love. And all the other emotions are a mixed bag...|
There is always a choice. You can stay or you can walk away. The choice is not easy. Love is not an emotion. Love is a choice. It can be the most joyful or the deepest cut depending on how much you are willing to give or receive. Hate is a choice. Some say hate is the opposite of love. Hate is just stubborn love. To cling on to fear or love with fear, jealousy, stubborness and pride mixed in. Or rage. Just keep all sharp objects and weapons away from hate. Jealousy is fear. Fear of losing what you feel completes you. Fear of losing your looks, your love, your status, your money. Any loss or competition stirs up jealousy. As humans we are jealous and competitive. We want what we feel is just out of our reach or status. It is always a bit more attractive than the same old stuff that we can get easily. Bitterness is heartache turned into oneself. Feeling unworthy and lashing out at anyone who may feel a bit of luck and love. The heart feels numb and sad and lonely. The blame must go somewhere, but never to oneself. The truth is hard to face. To heal bitterness takes time and a good hard look at yourself. Just forgive yourself, and the people that caused your pain and stop blaming. It happened. The fixing is unfixable. The pain is there. But there is no funeral. Just your brain playing the last scene over and over in your head. And each time the pain returns. See, your own mind can be a powerful enemy!! Forgiveness is the key. You are only hurting yourself to hold on to anger and bitterness. Being shallow can be cool but not for long. After a few days of being brain dead and looking absolutely fabulous. You get kind of boring. If someone wants to say something intelligent, you can't point to your shoes or your new outfit and answer an intelligent question. You must sit there and smile. Because you are a real dope. Rich but dumb. Gotta love it. Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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