How many more conversations will "we" have when I'm driving alone?
How many more messages will never make it out of my draft folder?
How many more times will I have to conquer the urge to ping you in the dark?
How many more aches do I have to endure
Before I let you go?
Graciously hosted by G-Man.These are questions we've all asked of The Absent Other. The Moral of the Story or in this case, The Cruel Truth of the Story, is that there aren't any answers. You just keep asking the questions until it doesn't hurt (so much) any more.
I suppose in a way this one is related to last week's post, but it's really more closely related to two weeks ago.
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You don't want the answers to those questions. Trust me. *looks at her own Draft folder*
*shares your pain*
-smarmoofus
You are clinging and you ask How to let go. If you understand the misery and the foolishness of clinging you will drop it. There is no 'how'. Just the very misery of it: you look into it and you find it absolutely miserable, a hell-- you drop it.
You go on clinging to it because, still, you are cherishing a dream through it. You have not understood the misery of it, you are still hoping that there may be some treasure in it.
Watch deep in yourself. Don't ask how to drop it, just see how you are clinging to it. The clinging is the problem. If you don't cling to it, it drops on its own accord. You have just not seen that you are clinging!
There is no 'Technique' to stop clinging . If you think you have found one, then you will start clinging to the technique also; because you have not understood the process of clinging.
has your clinging ever fulfilled any promise? Are you going to be deceived by it forever and ever? Have you not been deceived by it enough by now? Are you still not aware that it is not leading you anywhere, just as in a whirlpool you go round and round, hoping the same old dreams? And every time you get frustrated, because you don't see that from the beginning the promise was false...And you start dreaming a new hope, because your EGO goes on promising you.
But the Ego is impotent. It can only promise. It can never de3liver. Look into it. And on the way, between promise and no delivery, in between the two, much suffering, much frustration, much misery..
The hell that you have heard about is not part of geography. It is underneath your own ego.
When you become aware of the misery of ego, you don't cling that's all. You don't need to drop it or let go. You simply don't cling!
can i just tell you that i've been in this place. man, it sucks. this is exactly what happened when my ex and i separated. funny how i told smarm her 55 reminded me of my divorce, too lol ummmm since mona covered it pretty extensively, i'll just keep my short & sweet version of what she said to myself LOL :)
my 55 is up as well...i have yet to get my thematic photo in yet. *sigh*
@Smoofus: Well... my draft folder's not that full.
@Mona ji: Shukriya... my head knows everything you say is true. My heart's not so easily convinced though. It's doing its very best Devdas -- just without the liquor. Eventually though, it'll figure out that I'm not that big a SRK fan and move on. Meanwhile... I suppose I'll try finding my Chandramukhi. *wink*
I can feel your pain brother!!
Great job on the 55 Mojo, I also went back and checked out your pics, excellent!!!
I see you have been counseled by Dr. Mona...She is usually right on, listen to her....
Thanks for playing, see you next week.....G
A very moving 55. It takes me back to a place I'd nearly forgotten. Niecely done...
Pain is a wonderful muse. That's the flip side of this. Doesn't make it any better, but does put a positive spin on things.
I have a writing contest entry I'll be sharing once the contest is over. I think you'd like it. It's about pain and the past and silver linings. If you want to read it privately, email me. winter at winterheart dot com.
hurting hurts~~all the things left unsaid that never get the chance to be said
hate your hurting
wish i was there to make it all better
damn those 900 miles
You are quite good at these. I can't write my pain in short bursts like this, I envy the talent.
Often once I get started about a sore subject I feel like I am listening to my 5-8 year old nieces who talk for 20 minutes linking everything together with AND and barely breathing.
You'll let go when you can. That's all there is to it.
Happy Friday.
jc
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