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Not sue if these are inspirational but they have help me to be more honest with myself.

”We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Seneca

We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.”
― W H Auden

Thank you, Shinnen, and a special thank you to you, Helcat, for choosing to honor me this way, re-posting my words. I nether expected nor anticipated it, so it was a surprise, and a pleasant, heart-warming surprise. Thank you, Helcat.

And Congratulations for the new addition to your family!!!

anita

“It occurred to me the other day. That what when difficulties occur, the problem is not necessarily the issue itself… For example, when two people have a disagreement about something. It is how they choose to treat each other that is important. Not the disagreement itself. The willingness for people to work together as a team is the only way to truly win. Being right, “winning the argument”, getting what you want is not important. It is treating each other with kindness and respect that is important.”

The quote above is from Helcat in a post submitted 6 hours ago. The emphasis on Kindness and Respect, on Teamwork Over Winning is a valuable reminder that mutual understanding and empathy are key to resolving conflicts. Thank you for this insightful reminder. It’s a great lesson for all of us to keep in mind.

Love and best wishes, always!

anita

An Old Irish Blessing …….
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and the rains fall soft upon your fields;
and may God hold you in the palm of his hands;
and upon dying, may you arrive in heaven,
before the devil hears of you’re passing.*
*this line is the way I learned it when young.
My family are all teasers.

Defeat: By Kahlil Gibran

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.