Love and trust, do you take or give them?
It's been a while since I find myself among people who thinks love and trust are give and take.
I'm thankful that I'm so good at sifting and sorting my own vibrations, so those who still thinks love and trust are either given or taken are nowhere around me.
Love and trust are owned by each and every one of us because we are love ourselves. Once we know we are love, trust is abundant. We will find love and trust everywhere we go.
Unless...you have this scenario below...
17 years ago, he met this girl of different nationality. Same race, but different culture. It might have been love at first sight, so he thought, as for her, she wished never to meet him again after their first meeting as she didn't understand why he threw a piece of paper to her when asking for her phone number.
He came off as rather cold and rude. Man of few words and definitely, not her preference in a life partner. He was persistent in his persuasion and even though he was a bit brash, his archaic gentlemanly style caught her attention.
This impertinent man was the only one to send her flowers 7 times in a row after each bunch withered.
Twice they tried to be together for life, but failed both times. He blames her each time, thinking it's always the other person's fault. As I said, he was a brash impertinent man with little understanding of himself because he never tried to pry open himself and face the real man within.
Many times, he tried to find someone else other than her. Many times he failed. Each time worst than the other.
Recent dumping scenario includes a -4 degrees celcius winter and cocktails of sleeping pills.
He was supposed to get married February 2015, instead, he flew to meet her in December 2014 to a confession that he was just too much for someone like her that craves a guy with warm heart and a monk's fate. Enough said, when you're in your 40's, your choice of girls are limited unless you're Elon Musk, which he is not.
His life passes him by, the same lesson each time worst than the other, only to present him with the same girl that he met 17 years ago by chance. Not the girls he met through dating sites, or exclusive dating clubs that he's been merry go-rounding. They have gone to live their lives and he never made that good enough impression for them anyway to get him "remembered".
Yet, he refuses to look within himself. Still blaming her for the two chances he had given her and failed. Still blaming her for her past actions, never his, it was always her that's to blame. Never looking at himself not even once because that would leave him exposed and that would hurt a lot he thinks. Always pointing that one finger at her and not realising that four fingers are pointing back at him whenever he does that.
So he ages, his body taking the tolls of his negative beliefs and blame games. The life he wakes up to becomes a series of unfortunate events. There's always something happening in his life that causes him to curse the very existence of him and his lonely parents who are well aging into their 80's. Sometimes the neighbours' cows wonders around into his paddock and being called home early from work for that, well, it sort of give the boss a not so nice impression. Someone's gotta do it and who else is there? No one but him.
This could've been a good life for him he thought, if only his plan worked. Get a random girl from a dating match making, make some babies, get her busy with the babies and the old parents, while he continues to "work it" outside with a mistress. Hey, everybody does it nowadays, a man has gotta "eat", right?
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