Fight the good fight.

Aunty Chris quoted a page from Paolo Coelho, i think it's beautiful.

“It is the pleasure of searching and the pleasure of the adventure. You are nourishing something that’s very important-your dreams. We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered and our desires frustrated, but we have to continue dreaming. If we don’t, our soul dies… …

The Good fight is the one we fight because our heart asks it of us…

…The Good fight is the one that’s fought in the name of our dreams. When we’re young our dreams first explode inside us with all of their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to fight. With great effort, we learn how to fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into combat. So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result or our not having known enough about life. We kill our dreams because we are afraid to fight the good fight.

The first symptom of the process of killing our dreams is lack of time… The Busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The Truth is, they are afraid to fight the good fight…

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the good fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams-we have refused to fight the good fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves…What we sought to avoid in combat-disappointment and defeat-came upon us because of our cowardice. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breath, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from out certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of Sunday afternoons.” 


The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho P. 58

I'm drawing on patience this time.

It's so easy to take advantage of the things we don't really see.
when you allow those thoughts to eat away at you and morph into resentment.
There's no simple way to stop feeling the way you do, it is never an easy task to act differently then you feel.
Which begs the question, how do you stop..feeling this way then?

Look around, we're surrounded by ugliness.. evil.
Every single day, war happens. and famine. manipulation, un-appreciation.. death.
We are left to pick up pieces we dont have the strength to carry.
In the midst of the heartache, we are still here and we are still left breathing.
If nothing else, that is is the rub.

For every woman who lets anxiety get the best of her and turns into a pushy self-entitled brat, there is another woman waking up somewhere with a smile on her face, happy to be alive. There is a gray area in-between. They could be the same woman.
Circumstance.

We're allowed to feel the way we feel, it's our ID. It is what it is and it is what makes us tick.
Circumstance, human interactions, the emotional psyche.
These have the power to keep us thankful
or break us completely.
Every single person is born and raised with certain attributes that will never go away. Remember when you got angry at that thing, that time, the one your friend laughed off.. and you tried but couldn't too?
That's your id. That makes you who you are.
We are all entitled. to feel exactly the way we do.

Most people have specific goals in mind.
Money. Fame. Fortune. Love
They determine success individually.
All that crap people say about how one man's trash is another's mans fortune.. it's all true, isnt it?

There are traits in myself I've never been good at changing..which is not to say i dont try. just maybe not hard enough..
I can be lazy, irrational, unfair, greedy, selfish, proud, impatient..
Every bad situation or circumstance draws on one or more of these attributes you already have..
they fight to gain control over another, at any point.
I sometimes try to make everyone in my life think the way i do.
It's a battle i fight every day to accept. That i cannot. It is just..not possible.

In every horrible situation or circumstance, we hunt down acceptance.. in every little nook and cranny.
We look for reason, we search for a deeper meaning and we find excuses for ourselves as to why we cannot..
Why it's not working yet.
There is always a reason and there is always a fight left.

So we live, laugh, love.
We accept what we can.
Everything else will have to wait,
we will have to wait for it..