First and foremost, start by monitoring your thinking. A simple but powerful technique is this: “Watch Your Words!” Begin with the words you speak, because spoken words are easier to notice and control than the thoughts in your head.
One day, after parting, still feeling the gentle residue of a fading love, we hold on to those magical fragments — a certain light in their eyes, the echo of a laugh, the warmth of a memory — like the last rays of September sun brushing the windowsill.
You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hot. Occasionally it’s cold. At times, it’s warm and gentle. Sometimes it even feels like it’s forever. But time passes, and you’re on the road again. Sometimes you settle in the mud at the bottom, just to find a place to rest. But if the fire still burns, then nothing else is needed—only to find a flame that would warm your heart. A flame you would want to protect.
You must keep yourself in check, over and over again. You must fight and not give up. I know this is hard. You have to hold on. You cannot relax or accept pain as something permanent. You must remove it, erase it from your inner landscape
Whenever you do something good, your heart naturally rejoices — it feels alive because someone feels better, because your help made a difference. And somewhere deep inside, a little voice quietly ticks off a box, whispering, “Well done. Keep doing good. You’re kind, you’re better than most, you’re great.”
Sometimes, I wonder if those who avoid unhappy love through calculation are somehow missing the point—just like those who fall in love with their eyes wide open, running a risk assessment before giving their heart. Over time, I’ve become one of them. I don’t fall in love if I have time to assess whether the other person will love me back.
Being a passionate one, I don’t merely wish for beautiful things to happen in my life—I desire them with intensity. I pour energy, love, joy, and hope into those desires. And many of them, infused with that bright, golden charge, come to life. But not all of them. Apparently, the ones that don’t make it are taken by the Little Black Man—the inner figure who quietly steals whatever I’ve made too precious.
Have you ever noticed those energy vampires around you? They can be beautiful, intelligent, interesting, and charming. In fact, they usually are. Because if they weren’t, we wouldn’t get caught in their enchanting webs. How we get caught isn’t the point: it’s easier to capture an unprepared person than to keep them. Then, the most interesting part begins.
We spend our whole lives trying to arrive at certain understandings and realizations—intellectually. But before we truly feel them in our bones, something has to happen. We need to go through something. Often, we need to get hit with something heavy—something that cracks the illusion.
Once, I believed I had cracked the code on resolving conflict. I was in my early twenties when I came up with a simple formula: just start feeling love for the person I was having a conflict with. That was it. And back then, it worked surprisingly well. When I allowed myself to accept and understand the person I was fighting with, the conflict seemed to dissolve. It was like the problem had only ever existed in my head.

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