I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.
For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate.
- Romans 7:15-16
Sometimes I can’t believe the words coming out of my own mouth. Sometimes I wonder why I’d rather win even when it’s not a contest. What do I have to prove? Hours later—to what end? Choosing happiness is often as easy as simply saying, “I’m going to be agreeable in this disagreeable situation.” But why can that be so hard?
These are important words to remember on a bleak Tuesday morning after an even bleaker Monday. (And the sun will come out eventually.)
sometimes i want to tell him that he hardly can understand me and yet i love him for i know without him i would be nothing without him i would be a no-one without him i would not have become what i have and yet its not a blame rather with gratitude that i say that he is everything to me in a significant way something i am just beginning to understand myself.
