@Young_Don
Firstly, learn to use paragraphs.
Secondly, you need full acceptance that this is dead and buried and in the past.
What you will hopefully learn is that this situation is not about the girl. It's about you. This woman has been sent and is simply an actor in
the play that is your life. Her role was to expose the holes in your psyche. Your boundaries have been exposed as weak and
thieves have entered the castle walls and stolen your gold. You had no defense for it. You practically handed the thieves the treasure chests. And now you feel the ache as the castle walls throb with an empty howl. The echo of loneliness within your walls is deafening.
The question remains: are you willing to fight to reclaim your gold? Are you ready to rebuild the castle walls?
There is much work to be done and not a moment to waste lamenting on how the thief seemed to have your best interest at heart as you were lulled into a false sense of security. You must rush to the castle gardens and dig! dig! dig man! There's gardening work to be done and it is only truly worth will and fulfilling work if your dirty your own hands and the efforts are your own. Lotus flowers will grow from blood and pain.
The level of your pain is based purely on: the level at which you have allowed yourself to become attached. For you see in our attempt to tie down any living creature we will surely become undone and lose a sense of our own purpose. Try to stop a moving train. Hold down a rooster. Clasp even a terrapin in your hands. Pick up a child that wants to play.
You became somehow emotionally dependent to this creature. You are now a slave chained by your own emotional chains. Locked in a prison of your own making. You are the prisoner and the jailer in one. You have the key but do not know it.
Firstly, learn to use paragraphs.
Secondly, you need full acceptance that this is dead and buried and in the past.
What you will hopefully learn is that this situation is not about the girl. It's about you. This woman has been sent and is simply an actor in
the play that is your life. Her role was to expose the holes in your psyche. Your boundaries have been exposed as weak and
thieves have entered the castle walls and stolen your gold. You had no defense for it. You practically handed the thieves the treasure chests. And now you feel the ache as the castle walls throb with an empty howl. The echo of loneliness within your walls is deafening.
The question remains: are you willing to fight to reclaim your gold? Are you ready to rebuild the castle walls?
There is much work to be done and not a moment to waste lamenting on how the thief seemed to have your best interest at heart as you were lulled into a false sense of security. You must rush to the castle gardens and dig! dig! dig man! There's gardening work to be done and it is only truly worth will and fulfilling work if your dirty your own hands and the efforts are your own. Lotus flowers will grow from blood and pain.
The level of your pain is based purely on: the level at which you have allowed yourself to become attached. For you see in our attempt to tie down any living creature we will surely become undone and lose a sense of our own purpose. Try to stop a moving train. Hold down a rooster. Clasp even a terrapin in your hands. Pick up a child that wants to play.
You became somehow emotionally dependent to this creature. You are now a slave chained by your own emotional chains. Locked in a prison of your own making. You are the prisoner and the jailer in one. You have the key but do not know it.