Justifications

One of my teacher always said: "Justify all your actions and you'll never learn" Obviously he said it because students are always justifying why they weren't paying attention or talking to their classmate next to them. 


But in his words there is a lot of wisdom for living life. If I excuse my self for everything I do, I'll never see why the other person is pointing out that area of my actions... because I'll believe I'm never wrong. Of course as humans we get defensive once a flaw is pointed out... but try to take their words for consideration and if you find you disagree with their statement find concrete reasons why... and if there was some truth in their words then take it and try to change it for the best. 


So pay attention to what is said about your actions. Whether it comes from your mom, friend, or rumor.

Absence

If you read my blogs you'll notice I write out of experience... so here goes another one.

I've learned this: "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." 

Now this has two analogies... because not only the bon fire represents a passionate relationship but it could also represent a hate... and the candle could represent peace or dimming relationship... 


But I feel as well that whenever there has been an absence it gives the space for the relationship to weaken, and the presence of it strengthens it.. (Basically: "Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.") but also being present gives the space to weaken the relationship because the truth is obvious.

... confusing.

One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.