LETTING GO
To "let go" does not mean to stop caring, it means
I can’t do it for someone else.
To "let go" is not to cut myself off, it’s the
realization I can’t control another.
To"let go" is not to enable, but to allow learning
from natural consequences.
To "let go" is to admit "powerlessness," which
means the outcome is not in my hands, however, I
have power over my own thoughts and experiences.
To "let go" is not to try to change or blame
another, it’s to make the most of myself.
To "let go" is not to care for, but to care about.
To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to
be a human being.
To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging all
the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their
own destinies.
To "let go" is not to be protective, it’s to permit
another to face their own individual reality.
To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.
To "let go" is not to nag, scold or argue, but
instead to search out my own shortcomings and
correct them.
To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my
desires but to take each day as it comes, and
cherish myself in it.
To "let go" is not to regret the past, but to grow
and live for the future.
To "let go" is to fear less and love more.
e: ON GETTING MARRIED
by Bo Sanchez
Getting married is the greatest mistake anyone
can ever make. Being wed is the height of insanity,
the most ludicrous commitment, the totally illogical
decision any human being can fall into. Tell me.
Why will I commit myself to be with one woman for
the rest of my life and thereby reject 3.2 billion
other females in the world? Along the way, Ill meet
a girl wholl be more beautiful, or more
intelligent, or
more charming, or sexier, or holier! So, why nail
myself down to one choice permanently and suffer
the agony of watching beauties pass by me?
And in western countries, one out of two marriages
end up in divorce. That blows my mind. Thats a
pathetic 50% failure rate! I wont buy a car, a
stereo, a shaver, or even a nail clipper if theres a
50% chance that itll conk out on me. I simply wont!
And why stay with one person in sickness or in
health, in riches or in poverty, till death do us
part?
Is my mind fried? If my shirt shrinks on me
because I eat too many Big Macs, dont I just throw
it away and buy an XL? And if I outgrow my ancient
386 computer, dont I just look for a 200 PENTIUM
II PC?
And then theres the catastrophe some call kids. I
mean, do I really want to wake up in the middle of
the night to entertain a self-centered, bald,
toothless tyrant in diapers? Do I really want little
rampaging monsters to break the most expensive
furniture in my house? Do I really want juvenile
creatures to stay on the phone for six hours
straight, listen to noise they call music that you
believe came directly from hell, and mope around
uncommunicative, catatonic, and depressed
because anotherdemented juvenile creature (called
boyfirend) hasnt called for the past thirty minutes?
Why should I go through the torture? Marriage is
insanity.
On the 11th of this month, I celebrate my 32nd
birthday. And on that same day, I commit myself
to insane living. Marowe Lopez is her lovely name,
the one person I choose out of 3.2 billion females.
Yes, we will have tiny tyrants that will wake us up
at night, little monsters that will destroy our house
during playtime, and creatures from outer space
called teenagers.
Why???? Because of three reasons.
FAITH. We believe that God calls us into marriage.
And if he calls us there, that means Hell be there
to meet us. We will suffer all things, just let us be
with our God.
HOPE. We confidently expect the best blessing
immeasurably much more than all the hardship.
God will bless us beyond our wildest dreams.
LOVE. Oh yes, there will be other females wholl be
more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more and
more that. But theyll only be just: females-like
Flowers in the field of a million hectares of flower
fields.
But not this woman-My Marowe, the one beautiful
flower I have personally chosen, personally picked
from her roots, personally planted in my own clay
pot, personally watered every day, and personally
loved every day. Because of my love for her, there
will be no one like her. In my heart, she will
eternally be the most beautiful flower of them all.
Because in the end, there will only be faith, hope
and love.
And the greatest of these is LOVE . . .
Make it perfect, you never know when the last time
will be.
*** tHe enD…. ***
