A BOOK Analogy
Monday, January 09, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
This came across to me last night in a flash.
I’m a book. If you are willing to open it and bother to read on, it will give you unlimited pages to read. If you decided to leave it open but not reading it, it might just show “The End”. If you had not reading it thoroughly well, you might had skipped that certain pages. I guess this is a life concept. This analogy can be placed in almost anything in life. I’d decided to open up recently and talked about an issue which I’d never thought of telling anyone – cause I lack the courage and my friends may think otherwise of me. Certain point of my life – I feel I had depressions – but it’s not to the extent that I need to see a doctor. I’d once feel snapped and just want to end everything – but it was just a silly thought. I owe my life to my parents. My best pal was calm when I felt despaired at that time. Her first words were, “Think about your parents. IS it worth it?”.Pal became the one that shook me up. I used to be the calmer one in twice occasions I’d played that role on her. She had moved on to her motherly stage, the next chapter of hers. Does that make us change of our roles?
I finally told my sister how snapped I’d been – the kind of stress which I can’t take it. I am hoping for comfort that my family does not add on any more burdens to my well of stresses. And yes, it helps to open up and talking things through different channels and listening from different view points. I’m lucky; my friends are concerned about my well being and I’m radiating from the love and care showered. Do friends have any boundaries? They are like books to me too. I may read it. And most of them are interesting stuff :)
Enuff said, these are my inner thoughts for the start of the year. I’m a chim book, m not?
I’m a book. If you are willing to open it and bother to read on, it will give you unlimited pages to read. If you decided to leave it open but not reading it, it might just show “The End”. If you had not reading it thoroughly well, you might had skipped that certain pages. I guess this is a life concept. This analogy can be placed in almost anything in life. I’d decided to open up recently and talked about an issue which I’d never thought of telling anyone – cause I lack the courage and my friends may think otherwise of me. Certain point of my life – I feel I had depressions – but it’s not to the extent that I need to see a doctor. I’d once feel snapped and just want to end everything – but it was just a silly thought. I owe my life to my parents. My best pal was calm when I felt despaired at that time. Her first words were, “Think about your parents. IS it worth it?”.Pal became the one that shook me up. I used to be the calmer one in twice occasions I’d played that role on her. She had moved on to her motherly stage, the next chapter of hers. Does that make us change of our roles?
I finally told my sister how snapped I’d been – the kind of stress which I can’t take it. I am hoping for comfort that my family does not add on any more burdens to my well of stresses. And yes, it helps to open up and talking things through different channels and listening from different view points. I’m lucky; my friends are concerned about my well being and I’m radiating from the love and care showered. Do friends have any boundaries? They are like books to me too. I may read it. And most of them are interesting stuff :)
Enuff said, these are my inner thoughts for the start of the year. I’m a chim book, m not?
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