If you’re gonna be a rose.
Be one with thorns.
Respect.
Fire. Air. Water. Earth. All these elements we use to our benefit, to give us grounding, warmth, cleansing and life. They feed us.
It takes getting burned to understand the true power of fire. Drowning in the ocean, to respect its depth. The absence of air suffocates. Earth gives way from under us.
How do we claim space, how do we warrant respect from other people. It seems, that as humans we are curious to our own detriment.
- Consequence, it seems, is the only effective way humans will respect the space and boundaries of a person place or thing. If nothing will happen to me, why not go there? If someone can disrespect and still keep you, then why should they not?
The tongue that kisses. Will also prick. In my short 20 years. I have drawn one conclusion. One that is fair. One that is a result of years of being picked up to be put down. Loved to be let down. (This is not just about romantic relationships. Simply. Just relationships).
- Be a rose. But be one with thorns. This way, you can be loved and admired- (because be honest, we all want love, and we all love to be admired.) Yet, respected and remain grounded.
People will have to decide. Whether picking you up. Is worth the risk of being pricked.
Some people, including myself. Find it hard to make someone bleed even if they have no problem causing you pain. To wish to be perfectly gentle is a fault. No one has the ‘Jesus gene’. Turning the other cheek does not always work in every circumstance. Not always. Actions speak louder than words and sometimes when a person cannot hear. Well they must feel. Feel perhaps, the breeze across their cheek as you walk away. Or, your silence. Sometimes, You must be the catalyst of another persons evolution by thrusting them into awareness of themselves.
Do not bite your tongue if you are being picked and pinched all over.
Love is honest. It does not spoil a person because of fear of hurting their feelings. It is sincere. For the ‘greater good’. It protects, so protect yourself.
Being a nice person. A wise man once said… Means nothing. In our society to be nice means to be very lenient. Passive. Basically, a doormat. You can be kind. Kindness is concern. Loving despite. ‘Nice’ isnt always authentic. Nice can be fake, being nice can be born in guilt, often times it is worn as a facade by people who use it. Who want to be seen as gentle souls. But then they end up kicking themselves with regret when they realise no one respects them. This is because they arent insisting they are human. A person with boundaries and borders. Instead, they communicate that they are more like a robot- a thing built to serve. So people treat them as such, and continue to push buttons. In the end the machine breaks down. With no real consequence from the abuser, they simply just go and find another one.
And you, are left to pick up your broken peices.
Respect your grounding, dont be afraid of letting someone know there are consequences of trying to pluck you. Consequences of picking you up, to throw you away.
By all means stay beautiful, gentle, soft and giving.
