Sunday, January 8, 2012

This Childish Game

It is so very hard for her to feel warm and supportive. As much as she understands the predicament the lady is in, she finds it difficult to sympathize for her condition. She did feel for the lady previously and could see how she needed the listening ear for her case. She did it wholeheartedly, with no reservations, as she understood very well the insecurities the lady were describing. She herself had had experienced being in that state.

However, overtime, she had been trying very to let go and learn how to overcome the feeling. It wasn't easy for her. At times, the negativity overwhelmed her and she found herself wallowing in self-pity time and again. But still she carried on, for she understood very well that nothing good would come out from focusing on negative things. She still tries everyday, even now. A baby step a day, maybe, and perhaps two steps back whenever she fails, but still she soldiers on, for to her, it is still a progress, for the sake of good living.

So, it seems to her that, this lady is unworthy of her support anymore. Time heals but she believes you first must allow yourself to open up to accept healing. From her observation, the lady isn't opening her heart and mind to accept any healing. She instead is adamant to stick to building a wall of stony silence around her, perhaps as a fortress to protect herself. It's really a little bit childish to see that behaviour being nurtured even more now rather than trying to move into a more mature way of handling things.

She wishes that the lady could see things, but knowing her character, her strong willed character, she only could feel that it's all in the lady's wish to continue building rather than slowly removing those bricks that she traps herself in. Her lock-down is really self imposed and only she can release herself, if she puts her mind into it. After all, the lady proved that she could break ices of chilly friendship if she put her mind into it. This is only but the same. Will of the mind and heart.

Life is too colourful to be supportive of this childish game any longer. She only wishes the lady good luck to a wonderful life in her self built confinement.

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