I can but I can't.

I respect that you submit to the pain and  you give in just so others win. And you said you will keep resisting the pain because you know hope flies around at the end of them all. But if the pain keeps striking you back and the pain doesn't do you any good, doesn't that tell you something about that flying thing? And yes, if you want to be completely healed, the pill to be taken is the bitter one. And it is hurting to see that just when the bitterness is felt, you choose to spit it out and wail at the 'Why is this pill taste so bitter?' And if you already know that you can't even treat the symptoms with the bitter pill, then treat the disease. It will taste thousand times bitter but in return, it will bring a thousand times of hope flying around you. I am dying to help you but I can't. I can tell you but I can't make you. I am not in your shoes. I'm just standing here looking at you from the outside. Perhaps I am wrong. But if I'm right, please do something my friend. I can do nothing.  I can only help by trusting that whatever decisions you make, they are created by the wisest and the best knowledge that you own.

We have to let people make mistake,

and trust that they will realise it, 

and correct it in time by themselves. 

                                            -Mike Scholey.

Things and other things.

I would never forget the first time I got my clothes sold on eBay. It was heartbreaking.

I was not ready to say goodbye. And to force myself to do so, was so mean. I touched for the last time, the soft satin feel of my favorite dresses. And I kept worrying if the new owners will take good care of my precious skirts and love them as much as I do. I could not bear to wrap those little tops that carries with them memories from the past. And there I was, spending my afternoon, sobbing in front of the huge pile of clothes. I was not proud at all for selling the dearest things of mine. They were the best of my pride. 

Despite the repeating pain, I continued selling. And then one weird thing happened. A gentleman bought six dresses of mine saying his Lola would love to have them all. As if that was not enough a generous offer, he bid on this one blouse but insisted that I don't deliver it to him but kept the money 'if that would help me pay for college fee'. I was utterly speechless. How in the world did he know I was in need of an extra help here? And was he out of his mind to just give a stranger his money asking nothing in return? 

I thanked him for the millionth time, humbled by his kindness and the comforting message it brings when it comes to losing my attachment to things. And then it occurred to me that it took the small pain of losing my pride to receive such portion of a miraculous blessing. 

For as we loose our hold on visible things,

 the invisible become more precious.

                                                                -Elisabeth Elliot.