tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857151038066196762.post5927523967021644067..comments2022-11-20T01:52:29.444-08:00Comments on Live.Laugh.Love: The Punching BagMilan Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584000870050506271noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857151038066196762.post-19227089042122008992010-03-14T19:23:59.665-07:002010-03-14T19:23:59.665-07:00Well, There is so much here. All I can say for su...Well, There is so much here. All I can say for sure is this. I can relate. I hear you. You are right. More importantly, the moment you place your trust in God and not people everything changes people will always be the same but how you manage/feel about what people do changes. You change from a punching bag to Pi^Nata bag full of surprises, sweet, candy, celebration, life, love, trust and all in spite of all the punches. Then you can say no with love, you can say no even though there are tears, you can say no even though it hurts but in that journey of saying no you get closer to saying yes to yourself. And you finally gain a peak at the wisdom of learning that trust has nothing to do with everyone else who you meet or lets you down and everything to do with yourself and the value you place on yourself. It is why I can trust those who are not trustworthy, because the true trust is in God and as long as God has me I will be okay and therefore can trust any journey He sends me on and it is always a working progress. <br />With Much Love, Aleida.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17579691611514735120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857151038066196762.post-80378313163926878492010-03-02T00:02:15.380-08:002010-03-02T00:02:15.380-08:00looking back, i realize everything that happens ei...looking back, i realize everything that happens either happens so that i can feel like shit and remember my humanity or it happens so that after i feel like shit i can be a better person...personally, i would never want to be the person on the other side of the punching bag,the source of the meaningless flogging, consumed with bitter rage, an anger with no solace - though that means my heart will be a spectrum of black and blue bruises. Howard is the mecca of it all, that cinematic moment of clarity when the lead character is left jaw-dropped by an unexpected twist in the story line, screwed over by the silent woman with the polite smile and innocent eyes - thats ALWAYS Howard. Something like a subculture develops here and people graduate with Bach's in Manipulation or a double in Usage and Immaturity. Yeah, hu...you know? psh..yeah...u know. <br /><br />clip them.clip em all.Javettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706827360090423057noreply@blogger.com