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

Too much

There was too much,
So dreams flew by…
There was so much
Scented notes begun to cry

There was too much
Prompting reason why
An angel kept watch
On each word that was a lie…

Shall never be another,
Never be too much again
Solitude can easily smother
Even the strongest of men.

Now you want me in your life
When her hands don’t satisfy
The “me” missing in your strife
Or a soul to have and to rely.

I have drained all of my love
packed all that was yours
Painted it into a serene dove
Acceptance that life follows course…

“Just leave with me now,
Just say the words and we’ll go”
In your head, it’s all a fantasy
But to me, you’re nothing but a memory.


” I know I’m wrong, but I just can’t let you go. I really want to let you go, but I can’t leave you alone.”

Well, the choice isn’t yours. And you can blame my daddy for that.

Blame my daddy for teaching me I can do anything I set my mind to.

Blame my daddy for teaching me self-respect and telling me I deserve only the best.

Blame my daddy for spoiling me and showing me what a woman should be treated like.

Blame my daddy for teaching me to look for character in a man rather than money.

Blame my daddy for showing me that real men are patient enough to wait for a woman they truly want.

Blame my daddy for teaching me to be impressed by kindness rather than popularity.

Blame my daddy for telling me I’m so special I can have anyone I want, so I can afford to take my time to choose one man, even though so many surround me.

Blame my daddy for teaching me to ask first of myself and then rely on anyone else, so I can afford to appreciate a man …rather than use him.

Blame my daddy for teaching me to challenge myself continually rather than play childish ego games with people around me.

Blame my daddy for teaching me sincerity, so I look for a man that wants to be part of my life instead of one that wants just a piece of my body.

And after you blame my daddy, blame my mother for teaching me to be a woman strong enough to achieve anything and wise enough to make the distinction between a man and a boy.