When it comes to any given troublesome situation, I figured that what counts would be the end-result. But how far away is the end? Sometimes, it seems like it's a moving end. Always a new injection of information which should help us identify the solution, but never does. When we think we understand a situation, suddenly we realise that understanding is just not enough. It's tough to really be able to be free to forgive and free to move on, yet there is this part that forces us to remember how the situation came to be, the emotional trauma of the situation and then we forget that we needed to move towards resolution. So we end up moving back and forth between the start and the end points, when we should be really accelerating towards the bottom line, that is, do some patchwork and get on with life, after all, with the bottom line, we should have help from gravity, right?
So we plod through our lives, trying to make this day better than the one went past, quietly smiling as if we were not affected by it all, and with the hope that everyone else believes we've got past it. And when we finally do, it's not like we've achieved anything because there will be no celebration, no mark in our diaries, nothing.....the bottom line was conferred without a pomp, yet it took us many a great effort to get ourselves there.
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