Pain is both history teacher and fortune teller. It teaches us at lot about who we are... One thing that I like better than learning from others mistakes is to learn from my own. Over the years, I’ve been blessed to have great mentors, family, friends, feminist man and woman, Muses surrounding me... so when bad things happens, I get to have real advice : hurtful ones but real ones.
New situations brings new reactions... I get to introduce me to myself once again... Just like a newborn babe, “I know nothing” I might be an educated person, pragmatic one, but still, here I am, standing in front of you knowing nothing about a situation with so many manuals, pages, books available for me to read... But there is a gap between what you know, how you feel and react about things.. We can learn from everything and everyone but even a doctor would find herself in such a panic mode if her child happens to have a very bad cold... That’s how we, as human don’t rationalize the basics when it’s dear to our hearts... I thank life for showing a new side of me that I get to work on, so I can better it to be in harmony with myself again (and others eventually). Sometimes it takes a hurtful situation to let got of an unnecessary part that’s holding you back in order to grow...We can't really live until we die a little, can we ?