Blame

Every person is the architect of their life. We dream it, then visualize it and think about ways on how to make it happen, we then act on it, we make it to the best of our abilities. It is only after we build it we may see it wasn’t what we wanted. So we look onto someone to blame. Think about it. Isn’t that the easiest thing to do?  To blame someone for your downfalls?
As soon as something goes wrong they look for someone or something to blame. They’re the ones who might ask themselves "who is it to blame?" rather than asking "what went wrong?" Ever been with someone who blames you for everything?  Unfortunately I have. It’s something that replays in my mind all the time.
I just don’t get it. He said I don’t motivate him. Yet, I shared his sacrifice. I rolled up my sleeves and did it with him, we shared the load. But it’s not motivation that makes the objective real. When our goals are real, the drive to take action flows naturally. Truth is, I believe his situation should’ve been the reason for motivation. His kids, his family, his desires. What is more motivational than that? I can say based on what I see and what I’ve learned from all of this is that I take the blame for not being more inspirational. I should’ve tapped into his values and desires changing the way he thought and felt about himself so that he can make a positive change and draw out the motivation he desperately sought. Maybe I should’ve given him a challenge to exert his creativity so that he can achieve what he believed was possible. But it's too late now.  He needs to stop being so resentful for the wrong reasons and having the wrong attitude about the way things were. He needs to stop holding on to that past and come to terms with it. Guess some people have the tendency to use blame in order to explain their losses, troubles and failures in life. 
Maybe you're driven by a sense of guilt or fear and blame others in order to distract or deflect attention from your self. When you own your mistakes and blame yourself you actually learn from it. It becomes a lesson and one you don’t replicate.
Taking responsibility for one's actions requires a lot of strength of moral character that unfortunately not everyone possess. And definitely not you. 
It’s easy to play the blame game because its harder to look from within. But if you just pause and ask yourself how is it that things turned out that way,  you might just find the answer. 
You can't control what others do but you can take responsibility for what it is you do. When you realize your problems are your own, you learn to come to terms with the choices you’ve made that brought you to the situation you’re in now. You also realize that those choices played a part in shaping your destiny. Which for the most part, is something you have some control over.
If you need me to help you point the finger in the right direction let me know. But in the meantime, please stop blaming me for your downfalls, your mistakes, your lies, your betrayal, your infidelity and so on.
Who considers you the reason for their downfalls?
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People spend too much time finding other people to blame, too much energy finding excuses for not being what they are capable of being, and not enough energy putting themselves on the line, growing out of the past, and getting on with their lives.
J. Michael Straczynski

The Rose and the Thorn

He's found her lying under pins and needles. He avoided the pricks to gather his flower. A ROSE. It has a powerful sweet scent. Her petals glistens as he held it closer. There it is as he held her, a thorn protruding through the stem. They are of two personalities. A thorn is sharp, and can pierce a flesh. It can be irritating and painful. How can a sharp thorn be able to produce such a delicate rose?. He examines it. All the while thinking can this thorn produce poison?. Knowing he must do something, he realizes he can't die for her but he knows she belongs to him. So he removes from her stem that thorn to avoid her pain. It's also a liberation from the demons that lie within him. This rose will always be important to him. She's the one he watered when she was thirsty. He's placed her in his heart and protected her from all harm. It is that special rose for he has brought sunshine when there were clouds threatening the skies. For His rose, he has killed preys to keep them from hurting her. Her protector, he made sure he provided her with shelter. He's now forgotten the time he wasted for that one rose. The rose that he now wonders, what made her so important? What made her so special? Was it her sweet scent? Was it her beauty? So mesmerizing that she's the envy of the garden. Was it the way she glistened in the sunlight or her shadow at sunset? How did she hold such a special place in his life? This thorn is growing back. It irritates and hurts her. Piercing through her stem causing her pain. A feeling of discomfort and agony. This Thorn is the sword that has killed his perfect rose. Love is like a rose when it's blossoming. It's beautiful it's perfect. Full of life. You can sit there and watch it in admiration. Yet true love is not without pain. Like the thorns on this rose or a bush full of thorns. It follows that even the bad situations has its positive side and good situations has its down size. So, If life is a Rose, how am I to be aware of the Thorns? I'm guessing that when you're with the right person it becomes something you don't have to know. ©


Inspired by the story. 

True Story

I have walked for so long. My mind exhausted from thinking because I have withdrawn into myself. Replaying the memories of a past we once had. But this storm is yet to pass. My mind is resistant to life as it unfolds. What is right is no longer considered. The relationship I thought to believe had evolved over time, actually collapsed right in front of my eyes. The closer I get the more questions are left unanswered. I've become concerned with finding the solutions to the problems. The more questions I ask the more stressed and overwhelmed I feel. I'm angry, frustrated, impatient, I feel so devastated I can't find a recovery. At times I think I'm deliberately being put through this. I've asked myself time and time again, where did we stand? I couldn't figure it out so I asked you instead. This is the time when life has come to challenge us because your actions have become a judgement against us. Here to condemn and take no prisoners. He'll disguise himself and mask his feelings and fill his mind with the poison of someone's words. The lies and inaccuracy has left him with comfort. He's unable to differentiate between what's fake and what's real. At the end of thinking for so long, feeling stressed and overwhelmed, all I seek is a comforting word from the man I thought to share my world. I needed you to help ease the pain and help me begin to heal. I've come to the realization that I've only missed the person I thought you were. I loved the concept, the picture in my head. The life I envisioned, the future I planned. It was a creative vision of what life would be like in the future. The existence of a false picture and future, is what I miss the most due to the fact I just never had your true self. So I'll turn my back on what I thought we had. I've learned to just let go! I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. So if she thinks she's earned a prize, she needs to think again. © True story

Mirror Speaks, Reflection Lies

She has looked in this mirror for 9 years. I have captured a lifetime of her reflections. But something seems uneasy about her today. She seems "different".
Have you seen this woman? She looks happy doesn't she? She's smiling, laughing, and joking.
Seems to me she's having a great time.
But deep down she's hurting inside.
Her heart drowns in sorrow.
Tired of feeling she's not good enough.
Fed up of being scolded by those she trusts.
She's consuming it all inside.
Always with-holding her thoughts, because as soon
as she says something she'll remain at fault.
She'll have you thinking everything is perfect.
But, when she rests her head to sleep at night,
her eyes fill with tears and silently she cries.
She'll try to avoid drawing any attention
She won't be dramatic so you won't question her imperfections.
See, this woman, she hurts like you and I.
And if you dare to ask, she will deny.
She'll defy your willingness to help. Wishing you'd just disappear.
She'll turn a blind-eye and bring deaf to an ear.
You'll be left with no story to hear.
Have you seen that woman's fears?
Her heart will speak and her eyes will respond in tears.

It couldn't be told any clearer by the reflections that lie in her mirror. ©

I'm no longer trying to figure out who I am.

Lies Within

Instead of being the intuitive and creative person that you are, you hide behind the lies you tell yourself.  Lies that were fabricated which were then manifested and used to create this fictional world you now live in. It's a bewildering passage,  a maze full of confusion and misleading paths. It's as intricate as your ways.  I became caught up in your web. Deceived by the person I believed you to be. I don't want any part of it. Just know that in order for the truth to be told it'll require a new beginning.  ©