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I know you all have missed me. Sorry about the silence. The messages, phone calls, tweets and bb
pings I received show me you guys really care about my writings. I really
appreciate your concern. I decided to
take a break in order to refill my inspirational tank. Lately, I have been
doing a lot of readings and I’m just about to finish reading a book by Robert
Kiyosaki titled Rich Dad Poor Dad. If you haven’t read this book, I would
encourage you to please get a copy. Rich Dad Poor Dad is a life changing book.
So
let’s go into business. Today, I decided I’m going to share a personal story of
mine. It’s perhaps the most
painful experience I had while growing up. For some reason, I wouldn’t go so
deep into details. However, if you are
careful enough, you would leave with one or two lessons after
reading this article.
So,
I encourage you to read this piece with your eyes, mind, and heart wide open.
Look in-between
the lines for the lessons. Treasures aren’t found on the surface, you’ve got to
dig deep for them.
Several
years ago, I experienced what is perhaps the most powerful force on earth. Such
a force is what everyone, regardless of status, race, educational background
and financial capabilities can’t stand when hit by it. It’s so powerful that
without it we are nothing. It’s called
LOVE. Yes! I fell in love with a very beautiful girl. Back then, she was
everything to me. My world revolved around her.
Walking
down the hall, I heard someone wailing in the class room. I peeped to see who
it was, lo and behold; it was the girl that most guys detested and wouldn’t want
to have anything to do with because of how proud she was. Just like every other
guy, I hated her, but this was past 5pm in the evening and everyone had gone
home and I just couldn’t leave her alone in that empty class. Not allowing the
hatred I had for her to get in the way, I walked up to her, and without saying
a word; I embraced her and allowed her cry while leaning on my left shoulder. I
understand that sometimes, people don’t need words when they grieve; they just want someone who can be silent and help
them face the reality of their powerlessness.
She
was going through a very tough period in her life and I stepped in to be a
friend. As time
went by, our friendship grew stronger. We would share with each other things
that we didn’t want others to know about us. We both lost friends because it
was all about ‘us’ and no one else. We were inseparable. There was never a time
we were apart from each other for 1 hour except when we had to say goodbye for
the day. For long, we remained friends. But when you really love someone you
just can’t be their friend. We both grew to love each other.
We
both made crazy sacrifices for each other and would spend a great deal of time
planning our future together.
It was such a beautiful
experience. The more time we spent
together, the more we became part of each other. Our hearts became so united
that the only reason I saw the next day was because her heart didn’t stop beating.
Gradually, an unusual fear began to grow within me; the fear that someday, my
heart would be broken. On the outside, I would act as thou all is well, but
deep down within me there was a
civil war going on. How do I reconcile both love and fear? How do I enjoy the
moment without letting the fear of tomorrow get in the way? It was challenging
finding answers to questions as such. Fear
got in the way and somehow our relationship began to go sour. To cut the long story short, one thing led to another and she told me it was best we go our separate ways. My
greatest fear became a reality. My heart was broken. I was so devastated and for weeks I went
without eating solid food.
For
years, I carried this scar in my heart and I just couldn’t open up to love. Then, I began realizing that the struggle
begins not when people surround us, but rather when they forsake us. It is then
we begin to discover our own identity and self-worth. It took 5 years to heal
from such a traumatic experience.
Emotional pain is to the spirit what physical
pain is to the body. Pain warns that something in our body is not healed. In
the same way, when pain feels our hearts, we know that we have an area where
healing or restoration is needed.
We
need a private place of honesty. We need to be honest with ourselves. We need a
place where we can sit down, reflect and mourn. However, we must be careful not
to mourn over the past longer than necessary. After the funeral, there is always a burial.
The burial separates the survivor from the deceased. So we must come to a place
of separation and decide to move on.
The
greatest tragedy is that most of us keep our pain active. Consequently, our
power is never activated because our past remains unresolved. We must allow the process of healing to take
us far beyond bitterness into a resolution that releases us from the prison of
depression and sets us free.
God’s
healing process makes us free to taste life again, free to trust again, and
free to live without the restrictive force of threatening fears. Someone may
say, “I don’t want to trust again.” That is only because you are not healed. To
never trust again is to live on the pinnacle of a tower. You are safe from
life’s threatening grasp, but you are so detached from life that you soon lose
consciousness of people, places, dates and events. You become locked into a
time warp. You always talk about the past because you stopped living years ago.
Listen to your speech. You discuss the past as if it were the present because
the past has stolen the present right out of your hand! You’ve got to take it
back.
Could
it be possible that there are those around you who want to be part of your
life, now that you have chosen to go through the healing process and stop
dwelling on what didn’t work out?
Put
your seat belt on, get into the driver seat of your life and move on.
Gracias