It’s better to try to trust than to not take a chance. But in the end you get a few crispy edges from all the burnings.
[INDENT][INDENT] :: Meredith Macaulay[/INDENT][/INDENT]
I like crispy edges Nichole, and your post, here’s a poem about why I like crispy edges.
Look!
Actually don’t look yet!
It isn’t ready.
It hasn’t risen,
Looking too soon will make it sink.
When it’s ready,
We’ll cut off the edges,
Neaten it up,
Eat the best bits,
Crunchy, melty, sweet and hot,
Save the sponge for the others.
I don’t get it.
Crispy edges ? Are those good or bad ? Will those save me from further abuse ? I mean if they are crispy … Or will they make the abuse even more painful ? Or will they prevent healthy impulses getting in ? Few edges ? Maybe I just don’t know the range of these words, what they might mean in english.
In my expereince, trust takes a lot of courage. It will never be a safe thing to do, ego-wise. Yet, what I have learnt is this: I still do it, knowing exactly the amount of pain I will suffer if things go wrong. I actually become anxious, and tense. But I still go for it.
If things go well, I just forget the whole thing, and the tension is released in a fountain of joy. If things go bad, of course I feel pain, loneliness, and dispair. Yet, I tell myself, ok, I still did the right thing. I was brave. I forget this unpleasant expereince. I am already looking for the next one. It wasn’t the first, it won’t be the last. I am already pushing towards another target. The target might not be on the horizon yet. But I keep my eyes open, and my muscles are ready to spring towards the right direction, any moment the opportunity arises. This gives me a sense of purpose. And having a sense of purpose in your life, is happiness.
Crispy edges…so true. Makes life interesting though.
i dont understand:D