How do you let go trying to help?

I’m a strong individual. Even if I do say so myself.

I rarely take things personally, and even on the rare occasions that I do, I do my best to let it go. I believe the more grudges we hold onto, the more we are weighed down and the harder it is to move through life as we are destined to.

I make my life simple: do my best, love people, take nothing personally and let go of expectations.

Whatever happens to me, I am able to deal with very well. I don’t blame myself, I don’t label myself a victim, I don’t dwell over what I believe is negative/unfair etc. I find a way.

I can’t do the same for those I love. I am over protective, controlling, possessive and impulsive.

And I feel so helpless, the opposite of what I feel in my life. I know I am the only one that can choose how to feel about my life. I may not be able to choose what happens, but I am able to choose how I feel about it.

How do you allow others the same freedom you allow yourself, when you see them hurting themselves?

How do you cope with it? How do you not worry? How do you let go the need to fix them? To help them? To wish that you could make the right choice for them, the one that would make their life so much better? Why do you see how simple that choice could be, but to them it’s the hardest thing in the world?

How do you stop trying to protect them, when it’s all in their hands? How do you accept their choices, when you see those choices are hurting them..?!

I am a believer in unconditional support. You should support loved ones in spite of their choices. When does support become destructive? How much do we really influence?

How responsible are we for one another?

And instead of calming down and letting go, I just bounce from question to question… Hell, this must be Karma for everything I’ve put my mom through.

I’ll let the questions go. But just for now.

Much Love, Peace & Light

The smiling glass

There’s this quiet admiration,

Hidden in your gestures and frustrations…

A sort of muffled respect,

Unspoken for fear of answers too direct.

I see through you, my friend,

I see things you expect me to mend

Through your words to your story…

I know I’m nothing but a piece of fleeting glory!

I see through you, your love,

Through the sounds you try to shove

In my head, while playing in
my heart

Rhymes of colours meant to make me fall apart

So I see and warmly smile

With this peace that melts your vile

Indications of a broken soul

Lies bring with them their own toll!