I’ve been thinking about how it is wrong that I tend to assume other people feel the same way as I do. We are never the same, we will never feel the same things. We might learn to guess what another feels, learn to read signs, to sense the moods, but it is all fake, we feel what we feel and the others feel what they do. I’ve been thinking about how it used to be an ouch when friends won’t reach, won’t ask if there is anything they can do, when people whom I treasure the most have shown the least care…it is interesting how my perception has changed. More of a sigh that yet another illusion revealed her mystery before my eyes. Things are what they are and we are only our own best friends. It is unhelpful to imagine anything more then that. One should always rely on themselves only.
It never seizes to amaze me how easy it is to clear up things when all you want is to clear up things that irk us and move on to the things that please us. All it takes is to say it out loud and receive an honest response. There is never a real misunderstanding, only a missed out thought. I’m mystified at the simplicity of the resolution of every single issue we might come across.
We are always better in giving advices then in following them. It is easy to see from a side. Things are clearer in perspective when no personal interest involved.
Few days of intensive heating and the house only started to get warm enough for me to walk between the rooms without my coat. It’s a big house after all. And just two old storage heaters for the whole living space. I have to research more effective heating systems for the next winter to come, I think. It is time to take care of my living space and to do it properly. I feel as if I’m “nestling in”, building myself a cosy home…diligently…one straw at a time *giggles*