We resist changes. It’s a natural defence mechanism. When we change, something is different and we do not know yet if it is a good different, a safe different, a different that allows us to achieve something more then we managed so far or the different that puts us back to the previous square, like in Monopoly game…the unknown consequences scare. Every so often we choose the familiar old routine because it feels safer this way, even if uninspiring. Every so often we would find an excuse not to move, not to make an effort to do something differently. I always find it amusing how people would realise they have problem, understand exactly where this problem lies and yet still would opt to say this is the way I am, I am difficult in this respect, I have always been like this. That’s where I refuse to understand such attitude. When you are doing something, like – fixing something broken, after a careful examination of the failure eventually you’ll see what exactly went wrong and you will know how to make it right, either by replacing the part or perhaps, just altering slightly the fittings. Yet somehow even when we know what doesn’t work and what needs to be done to make it work in our relationships, we prefer to hide behind “I’ve always been this way” and let the crack to develop further, deeper beyond the breaking point. Don’t you find it amazing too?
The value of relationships is measured in your efforts to preserve them. As simple as that. If you do not lift a finger, the relationship doesn’t have a space in your heart. That’s the way I see it and if somebody sees it differently, then we just have different views and I can’t imagine how it would work.
In my handling of relationships, friendships or otherwise often I’ve been willing to adjust, to alter my ways to accommodate the differences. It doesn’t mean I am the weak one, the one without sense of self-respect or own worthiness. It’s just means that for me the relationships were worth it. Or not, when they weren’t.
Well, that perception didn’t do me much good, didn’t it? Being flexible enough tempts other people to take advantage of it. Many are taking it mistakenly for the patience. I am no more patient then any next person. I just have a slightly different from you the sense of priorities. Someone labelled me as a very patient person and then proceeded to go on and try it. And the water gets even the hardest of stone eventually. And today it feels perhaps, slightly more chilly then usual. Maybe it is the weather gathering her tears to spill it out when the skies are gray enough. Or, perhaps, it is something in the air, something charging the polarity into negative for the dead balance of indifference.
The value of relationships is measured in your efforts to preserve them. As simple as that. If you do not lift a finger, the relationship doesn’t have a space in your heart. That’s the way I see it and if somebody sees it differently, then we just have different views and I can’t imagine how it would work.
In my handling of relationships, friendships or otherwise often I’ve been willing to adjust, to alter my ways to accommodate the differences. It doesn’t mean I am the weak one, the one without sense of self-respect or own worthiness. It’s just means that for me the relationships were worth it. Or not, when they weren’t.
Well, that perception didn’t do me much good, didn’t it? Being flexible enough tempts other people to take advantage of it. Many are taking it mistakenly for the patience. I am no more patient then any next person. I just have a slightly different from you the sense of priorities. Someone labelled me as a very patient person and then proceeded to go on and try it. And the water gets even the hardest of stone eventually. And today it feels perhaps, slightly more chilly then usual. Maybe it is the weather gathering her tears to spill it out when the skies are gray enough. Or, perhaps, it is something in the air, something charging the polarity into negative for the dead balance of indifference.