Oh Wow! I wasn't expecting you to put God as our business partner at the end. I was too busy getting mad at the man in the story who kept the 100%.
Great story plot, btw. You certainly zeroed in on the man's ingratitude effectively. I guess, we all experience a bit of that ingratitude at one time or another in our lives. A big Ooops!
I admire you for your honesty and attitude on this subject. It's so true how the victims/survivors have been treated as the one's who have done the wrong and blamed unjustly.
Very few have had compassion towards the woman.
I was 19 , when it was over given the gun that was held on me. The police wanted to charge me for having it. They treated me like dirt and I left before the rape kit came. I went back to work and didn't talk about for decades except to my best friend.
Thanks for understanding...
"[...] over-protected children are more likely to struggle in relationships and
with challenges." This is what happened to me. My mom died when I was 8 and my dad was WAY over-protective and strict. I never experienced being independent. I know my dad loved me, but he never allowed me to fly. Perhaps that is why I love writing!
I'm glad I decided to read this! Thanks for sharing.
Love cannot be selective. The moment love is selective it is reduced to mere liking and disliking, approving and disapproving, the manifestation of our desire and fear.
In Dhamma terms, love means acceptance without limitations or conditions, and it is only in this place that we will find true peace.
The world is filled with unenlightened beings, often intelligent, creative, possessive and manipulative, but this is what we must accept, because it is the reality of the moment, it is the reality of life.
From that unconditional acceptance can come a wise, compassionate and loving response. Sometimes gentle and caressing, sometimes firm and direct, but always clear. When we are clear, life is clear.
It is this non hypocritical clarity that becomes your gift to each situation that you find yourself in. Beings are the way they are, that is their choice, but you are the way that you are, and that is your choice. Reflect, what do you bring to the world?
Everyday we make our own history. What is your contribution?
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