“My wife and I just don’t have the same feelings for each other we used to have.
I guess I just don’t love her anymore and she doesn’t love me.
What can i do?”
“The feeling isn’t there anymore?” I asked.
“That’s right,” he reaffirmed. “And we have three children we’re really concerned about. What do you suggest?”
“love her,” I replied.
“I told you, the feeling just isn’t there anymore.”
“You don’t understand. the feeling of love just isn’t there.”
“Then love her. If the feeling isn’t there, that’s a good reason to love her.”
“But how do you love when you don’t love?”
“My friend , love is a verb. Love – the feeling – is a fruit of love, the verb.
So love her.
Listen to her.
Are you willing to do that?”
(Credit: words of Stephen R. Covey)
“All change is from the inner to the outer.
All change begins in the self-concept.
You must become the person you want to be on the inside before you see the appearance of this person on the outside.”
( Credit; words of Brian Tracy)
(my painting )
In the words of Steve Jobs:
“Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things.”
“The birth of excellence begins with our awareness that our beliefs are a choice.
We usually don’t think of it that way, but belief can be a conscious choice.
You can choose beliefs that limit you, or you can choose beliefs that support you.
The trick is to choose the beliefs that are conducive to success and the results you want and to discard the ones that hold you back.”
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
( Credit― words of Mary Oliver)