Love and wisdom are two of the most important values throughout our lifes transitions.
Love gives compassion and strength. Wisdom leads us consciously during the transition process, via self-awareness. Both elements interface with each other. Each has aided me to face many my own life's challenges.
The author of Transition, William Bridges, using the melancholy wit of Oscar Wilde, wrote about our hopes and fears of dealing when dealing with personal transitions. The paradox is this: The Gods have two way of dealing harshly with us -- the first is to deny us our dreams, and the second is to grant them.
Can't Help Myself ...
I'm not supposed to want you;
I'm not supposed to care,
and yet I spend my time dreamingof all that we could share.
I'm not supposed to think about you
or wonder where you've been,
but no matter how I fight it,thoughts of you sneak in.
I'm not supposed to ponder
where you are each night,but you creep into my vision
when the stars shine bright.
I'm not supposed to yearn so,
always wishing you were here,
but I hunger for your kisses,and I long to draw you near.
I'm not supposed to imagine
where you are and what you do.
I know I shouldn't caterto a single thought of you.
I'm not supposed to need you.
I know these things. I do.
And yet I can't help myself,
because I keep thinking of you.
Love gives compassion and strength. Wisdom leads us consciously during the transition process, via self-awareness. Both elements interface with each other. Each has aided me to face many my own life's challenges.
The author of Transition, William Bridges, using the melancholy wit of Oscar Wilde, wrote about our hopes and fears of dealing when dealing with personal transitions. The paradox is this: The Gods have two way of dealing harshly with us -- the first is to deny us our dreams, and the second is to grant them.
Can't Help Myself ...
I'm not supposed to want you;
I'm not supposed to care,
and yet I spend my time dreamingof all that we could share.
I'm not supposed to think about you
or wonder where you've been,
but no matter how I fight it,thoughts of you sneak in.
I'm not supposed to ponder
where you are each night,but you creep into my vision
when the stars shine bright.
I'm not supposed to yearn so,
always wishing you were here,
but I hunger for your kisses,and I long to draw you near.
I'm not supposed to imagine
where you are and what you do.
I know I shouldn't caterto a single thought of you.
I'm not supposed to need you.
I know these things. I do.
And yet I can't help myself,
because I keep thinking of you.

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