I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
Bout a home I'll never see
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
Bout a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream?
And it's not easy to be me
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream?
And it's not easy to be me
Up up and away away from me
Well it's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
Well it's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me, inside of me, yeah
Inside of me, inside of me
Inside of me, inside of me
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy, it's not easy to be me
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy, it's not easy to be me
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The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
To my daughter's step-mom,
I never wanted you here. You simply were never part of the plan. Growing up and dreaming of my family I never included you. I didn't want help from another woman to raise my child. The plan was for my family to include me, daddy and our children, not you. I doubt you ever wanted me in your life. I doubt you planned to mother a child that you didn't give birth to. I can bet that your plan for your family included you, daddy and your children together, not me or my daughter. I can almost bet that when you dreamed of becoming a mother it would be the day you gave birth and not the day you married your husband. I'm pretty sure you never planned on me being here.
But God has plans that far exceed our own and when my little family dissolved to form two families I knew you would be coming.
In my mind you would be a terrible beast and my daughter would not want you to mother her at all, ever! I was hoping that you would be semi unattractive and prayed my daughter wouldn't look up to you. Her daddy would know that he was settling for second best. Evil swirled in me because I never wanted to face the fact that another woman would mother my child in my absence.
Then you arrived.
When I first met you I'll admit you weren't what I had in mind and a twinge of jealousy shot through my body. You were supposed to be hideous, remember? But you weren't, you were stunningly beautiful. You were supposed to be a mean old hag, remember? But you weren't, you were a young, sweet woman.
My plans were foiled.
I realized by the look on your face that meeting me was just as hard as it was for me to meet you. My heart immediately softened. Dang your kind smile! I was planning on really hating you. Why are your ruining my plan?!
I wanted to resent you but you made it impossible and I quickly grew thankful for you.
You've accepted our daughter from the very start and have unconditionally loved both her and her daddy, that's a true gift to all of us. You've included our daughter in everything you do and make her feel loved and accepted. You put her relationship with her daddy above yours and only a brave and courageous woman knows how to do that with such grace.
I knew when her daddy and I decided to divorce and live in separate homes there would be times when she would need me, her mommy, and I wouldn't be there. I'm so thankful that you are there in my absence. I'm grateful that you have mercy on her teen years and never reject her. She needs a mommy at your house and you've done an amazing job being that for her.
You've respected my position as mom from the very start. I appreciate that you always check with me when you question if you are making the right decision with her. I know our situation is rare. It's not often that a mom and step-mom text each other to remind each other that they love and respect each other. You are a gift.
Because of you and your courage to mother our daughter the way that you do, she will be a better woman. She will grow up with more love than I could have ever imagined. It wasn't her choice to have divorced parents and even though I wouldn't wish that on any child I am so thankful that she now has four parents who love and respect her and each other. She's compassionate because of it and understands that a failure in one area can turn into a blessing in another.
I don't see you as a fill in for when I'm not there. You are her mother when she's with you and when she's with me. She's excited to call you and tell you her stories when she's at my house and that makes my heart want to jump from my chest with joy. I fill with pride when you wrap your arms around me and squeeze for a genuine and loving hug each time we see each other.
I am extremely aware of what it looks like when a mother cannot emotionally accept her child's step-mother in their life. Gratefulness pours heavily from me that we are able to rise above anything like that and do what is truly right for our daughter. Thank you for being mature enough and respectful enough to co-parent with me.
I promise to always respect your input for our daughter. I promise to never lessen the position you hold in her life or make you feel like you are not her mother. I promise to raise her to be grateful to have two strong and brave women in her life that have the courage to mother her together. Even though our situation is peaceful I pray that she is never in it, but if she ever finds herself here I promise to set an example for her of what co-parenting should look like.
Precious woman, you are a rare and beautiful gem. God bless you and I love you. This is the reply from the step-mom after millions have read this:
"Candice, I don't know what to say. I am not good with words like you are and the way you express yourself. All I can say is I am crying like at the end of The Notebook ... you make me feel so special ... Thank you for this letter. It made my day and I will keep it close to my heart always. Love you."
I never wanted you here. You simply were never part of the plan. Growing up and dreaming of my family I never included you. I didn't want help from another woman to raise my child. The plan was for my family to include me, daddy and our children, not you. I doubt you ever wanted me in your life. I doubt you planned to mother a child that you didn't give birth to. I can bet that your plan for your family included you, daddy and your children together, not me or my daughter. I can almost bet that when you dreamed of becoming a mother it would be the day you gave birth and not the day you married your husband. I'm pretty sure you never planned on me being here.
But God has plans that far exceed our own and when my little family dissolved to form two families I knew you would be coming.
In my mind you would be a terrible beast and my daughter would not want you to mother her at all, ever! I was hoping that you would be semi unattractive and prayed my daughter wouldn't look up to you. Her daddy would know that he was settling for second best. Evil swirled in me because I never wanted to face the fact that another woman would mother my child in my absence.
Then you arrived.
When I first met you I'll admit you weren't what I had in mind and a twinge of jealousy shot through my body. You were supposed to be hideous, remember? But you weren't, you were stunningly beautiful. You were supposed to be a mean old hag, remember? But you weren't, you were a young, sweet woman.
My plans were foiled.
I realized by the look on your face that meeting me was just as hard as it was for me to meet you. My heart immediately softened. Dang your kind smile! I was planning on really hating you. Why are your ruining my plan?!
I wanted to resent you but you made it impossible and I quickly grew thankful for you.
You've accepted our daughter from the very start and have unconditionally loved both her and her daddy, that's a true gift to all of us. You've included our daughter in everything you do and make her feel loved and accepted. You put her relationship with her daddy above yours and only a brave and courageous woman knows how to do that with such grace.
I knew when her daddy and I decided to divorce and live in separate homes there would be times when she would need me, her mommy, and I wouldn't be there. I'm so thankful that you are there in my absence. I'm grateful that you have mercy on her teen years and never reject her. She needs a mommy at your house and you've done an amazing job being that for her.
You've respected my position as mom from the very start. I appreciate that you always check with me when you question if you are making the right decision with her. I know our situation is rare. It's not often that a mom and step-mom text each other to remind each other that they love and respect each other. You are a gift.
Because of you and your courage to mother our daughter the way that you do, she will be a better woman. She will grow up with more love than I could have ever imagined. It wasn't her choice to have divorced parents and even though I wouldn't wish that on any child I am so thankful that she now has four parents who love and respect her and each other. She's compassionate because of it and understands that a failure in one area can turn into a blessing in another.
I don't see you as a fill in for when I'm not there. You are her mother when she's with you and when she's with me. She's excited to call you and tell you her stories when she's at my house and that makes my heart want to jump from my chest with joy. I fill with pride when you wrap your arms around me and squeeze for a genuine and loving hug each time we see each other.
I am extremely aware of what it looks like when a mother cannot emotionally accept her child's step-mother in their life. Gratefulness pours heavily from me that we are able to rise above anything like that and do what is truly right for our daughter. Thank you for being mature enough and respectful enough to co-parent with me.
I promise to always respect your input for our daughter. I promise to never lessen the position you hold in her life or make you feel like you are not her mother. I promise to raise her to be grateful to have two strong and brave women in her life that have the courage to mother her together. Even though our situation is peaceful I pray that she is never in it, but if she ever finds herself here I promise to set an example for her of what co-parenting should look like.
Precious woman, you are a rare and beautiful gem. God bless you and I love you. This is the reply from the step-mom after millions have read this:
"Candice, I don't know what to say. I am not good with words like you are and the way you express yourself. All I can say is I am crying like at the end of The Notebook ... you make me feel so special ... Thank you for this letter. It made my day and I will keep it close to my heart always. Love you."
Tired
Is it so hard to decipher the poorly encrypted code placed on my face? "I'm tired" "I'm just tired" "I'm fine, I'm just fucking tired" Is this so believable that you're left with nothing to inquire? Or is there something less forming, some lack of desire? The thoughts in my head are swarming, that no one is caring. I always get left behind, there's just me being lonely and alone. "It's OK, I'm really fine. It's just hard to sleep when I'm at home." Just a second glance, it's all that I ask. I'm at the brink of tears, I need some help before my skin tears.
May your thoughts be...
When I am dead,
Cry for me a little,
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life at some moment
That is pleasant to recall -
But not too long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace.
And whilst you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.
Cry for me a little,
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life at some moment
That is pleasant to recall -
But not too long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace.
And whilst you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.
Snuggle time is when I’ll cuddle up next to them on a bed that’s
really not big enough for both of us—and that’s the point, to get very close—and there in the
dark we’ll just sort of talk.
Usually we start laughing and then we have to whisper because the others will ask us to “keep it down in there.” Sometimes it breaks into tickling, other times it’s a chance for them to ask some serious questions about life. But whatever happens, what matters most is what’s going on beneath all that:
intimacy,
closeness,
connection.
Usually we start laughing and then we have to whisper because the others will ask us to “keep it down in there.” Sometimes it breaks into tickling, other times it’s a chance for them to ask some serious questions about life. But whatever happens, what matters most is what’s going on beneath all that:
intimacy,
closeness,
connection.
Ever since his high school days, Hobbs has
played with a bat he made himself from the heart of a tree felled by lightning in his front yard.
Burned into the bat is a lightning bolt and the words “wonder boy.” That bat is the symbol of his
greatness, his giftedness. He has never, ever played with another. Clutching “wonder boy,”
Hobbs steps to the plate. His first swing is a miss; his second is a foul ball high and behind. His
third is a solid hit along the first-base line; it looks like it’s a home run, but it also lands foul. As
Hobbs returns to the plate, he sees his bat lying there ... in pieces. It shattered on that last swing.
This is the critical moment in a man’s life, when all he has counted on comes crashing down, when his golden bat breaks into pieces. His investments fail; his company lets him go; the church fires him; he is leveled by an illness; his wife walks out; his daughter turns up pregnant. What is he to do? Will he stay in the game? Will he shrink back to the dugout? Will he scramble to try to put things back together, as so many men do? The true test of a man, the beginning of his redemption, actually starts when he can no longer rely on what he’s used all his life. The real journey begins when the false self fails. A moment that seems like an eternity passes as Hobbs stands there, holding the broken pieces, surveying the damage. The bat is beyond repair. Then he says to the bat boy, “Go pick me out a winner, Bobby.” He stays in the game and hits a home run to win the series.
This is the critical moment in a man’s life, when all he has counted on comes crashing down, when his golden bat breaks into pieces. His investments fail; his company lets him go; the church fires him; he is leveled by an illness; his wife walks out; his daughter turns up pregnant. What is he to do? Will he stay in the game? Will he shrink back to the dugout? Will he scramble to try to put things back together, as so many men do? The true test of a man, the beginning of his redemption, actually starts when he can no longer rely on what he’s used all his life. The real journey begins when the false self fails. A moment that seems like an eternity passes as Hobbs stands there, holding the broken pieces, surveying the damage. The bat is beyond repair. Then he says to the bat boy, “Go pick me out a winner, Bobby.” He stays in the game and hits a home run to win the series.
But to enter into a journey of initiation with God requires a new set of questions: What
are you trying to teach me here? What issues in my heart are you trying to raise through this?
What is it you want me to see? What are you asking me to let go of? In truth, God has been
trying to initiate you for a long time. What is in the way is how you’ve mishandled your wound
and the life you’ve constructed as a result.
A MANS DEEPEST QUESTION
Miss that moment and you’ll miss a boy’s heart forever. It’s not a question-it’s the question, the
one every boy and man is longing to ask. Do I have what it takes? Am I powerful? Until a man
knows he’s a man he will forever be trying to prove he is one, while at the same time shrink from
anything that might reveal he is not. Most men live their lives haunted by the question, or
crippled by the answer they’ve been given.
And that is why I come.
And why I linger here still, letting the old bull get away. My hunt, you see, actually has little to do with elk. I knew that before I came. There is something else I am after, out here in the wild. I am searching for an even more elusive prey ... something that can only be found through the help of wilderness.
I am looking for my heart.
And why I linger here still, letting the old bull get away. My hunt, you see, actually has little to do with elk. I knew that before I came. There is something else I am after, out here in the wild. I am searching for an even more elusive prey ... something that can only be found through the help of wilderness.
I am looking for my heart.
-adapted Wild at heart; John Eldredge
I've always wished I was superman.
Wishing that I could save everyone.
Cos I don't want anyone to get hurt.
But I realised, i too need saving.
Where is my superman?
I'm waiting for you to pick me up.
Pls. Lift me from this damned living hell.
Even if I'm superman, I'm still only a man.
Even superman has shortfalls and failings.
I made a mistake and got burnt.
Shouldn't have gotten tempted.
But alas. Cliche as it sounds, it's too late.
Each time I close my Eyes.
Your ghost haunts me.
Your shadow eats me.
Your spirit spits on me.
Your body mocks me.
Wishing that I could save everyone.
Cos I don't want anyone to get hurt.
But I realised, i too need saving.
Where is my superman?
I'm waiting for you to pick me up.
Pls. Lift me from this damned living hell.
Even if I'm superman, I'm still only a man.
Even superman has shortfalls and failings.
I made a mistake and got burnt.
Shouldn't have gotten tempted.
But alas. Cliche as it sounds, it's too late.
Each time I close my Eyes.
Your ghost haunts me.
Your shadow eats me.
Your spirit spits on me.
Your body mocks me.
Sometimes I do stupid things.
Sometimes I make promises I can't keep.
Sometimes I do things on purpose to hurt ppl.
Sometimes I do things in the heat of the moment.
Sometimes I do things I'm not proud of.
Sometimes I just need a drink.
Sometimes I just need your company.
Sometimes I'm only human.
Sometimes I wonder when I'm gone, will my blog be found some day?
Will someone read all my entry's?
I'm sorry I do rash things. But I guess that's what make me Ben.
Sometimes I make promises I can't keep.
Sometimes I do things on purpose to hurt ppl.
Sometimes I do things in the heat of the moment.
Sometimes I do things I'm not proud of.
Sometimes I just need a drink.
Sometimes I just need your company.
Sometimes I'm only human.
Sometimes I wonder when I'm gone, will my blog be found some day?
Will someone read all my entry's?
I'm sorry I do rash things. But I guess that's what make me Ben.
2015 resolution
Make better life choices
Be a better man than my father :p
Go back to church and no more going astray (need lots of work)
Continue putting in effort in my studies! fingers crossed
Staying chilled and not getting into any weird awkward friendship issues!
Prevent myself from getting cheated! be it $$ R/S
Be a better friend
Be a better son
Be a better boyfriend
Make better life choices
Be a better man than my father :p
Go back to church and no more going astray (need lots of work)
Continue putting in effort in my studies! fingers crossed
Staying chilled and not getting into any weird awkward friendship issues!
Prevent myself from getting cheated! be it $$ R/S
Be a better friend
Be a better son
Be a better boyfriend
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Wanna eat, eat yummy food Wanna play, play what u like, Wanna nuah abit, nuah till melt into bed Wanna work, work till earn a lot So u can ...
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I dont know what im getting myself into, but i really dont mind giving it 1 more try. I hope i dont live to regret it
