Hurt & Surrender ~ This week

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SALT ~ This week ~ Hurt


Whenever I am hurt because of my friends or loved ones I silently wish people around me were more understanding. But then I feel what I am wishing for and why. Who are they to be given so much of an importance? Just because I have some good memories with them does it mean that I allow them to treat me like this and better still not even acknowledge that it hurts me. Why do I feel indebted to them? Or am I scared of confronting? What is at stake? A relationship which is already in tatters and is loosely hanging from the bare threads? What am I going to save it from? It’s already on its way to destruction. Will my asking or confronting do any damage control? I doubt.

But on second thoughts maybe a stitch in time could save nine. Why not make a last attempt to save the relationship by talking to them about it. At least five years down the line I will not feel guilty and face a could have-should have situation. As I have given them the right to hurt me, I also have the right to tell them what hurts and how much.  There is nothing to lose. Either I will save a relationship or I will gain a nice lesson. 

Lesson Learnt: When it hurts, let the other person know where and how much. Without telling it sometimes the other person just doesn’t realize it. It is for the benefit of you, the relationship and also the other person. By not telling them we unknowingly deprive them of  a chance to rectify their mistake and also give them a chance to hurt us again and again.

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PEPPER ~ This week ~ Surrender


After being through a lot of ups and downs personally and professionally, I finally found a golden mantra for survival in today's world 'SURRENDER'

Lesson Learnt : Re-posting one of my earlier posts as it reflects my current thoughts perfectly

I surrender to:

A world which is full of hypocrites and back stabbers,people who have no conscious and sleep peacefully at night after hurting someone, those selfish hearts who are alive with their heads held high with a giddy feeling because of their inflated egos and heartless souls.

I surrender because: 
All they can give me is pain and all I can give in return is my smile.They can’t take anything from me unless I want them to.It doesn’t mean I am weak. It means I choose to stay unaffected by them.I accept them with their flaws.
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