confusion

Sometimes a goal in life we are striving for may seem dim or unreachable. Direction has suddenly changed so fast we__e left with aimless thoughts and confusion. Don__ be troubled! You__e proved to yourself you have the drive. Your new direction will come with patience. Each of us need time to rest our heart and mind before we reach the next mountain.

People who have had little self-reflection live life in a huge reality blind-spot.

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.

If you cannot find peace where you stand you shall not find it where you land.

I once overheard someone telling someone else "Don't confuse kindness with something else." Even though this was not directed at me, I took heed and never hedged my bets.

There, there, best to bring it all up,' she said. My memory was in shreds. Imagine a photograph cut into narrow strips then jumbled up. Everything is there, but you can't see the whole picture and even the strips have no bearing on reality. I did know I had consumed a large amount of alcohol. But I must have done something crazier than just being found drunk to have a nurse sitting by my bed. I thought it would be a good idea to say something and planned it for several seconds. 'She's all right,' I said. 'Who is?' asked the nurse. 'Alice. I'm all right now.' As I spoke I wondered if I had said something wrong. didn't sound like me. There were so many voices muttering in the background it was hard to tell.

Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.

Ella!_ the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.__here am I?_ I whisper again.The darkness stretches out for eternity.I take a few steps forward, but the feeling is surreal__ cannot tell if I__e actually moved or not, because everything is nothing. I feel something wet and warm slide down my cheek, and I touch the tear with my fingertips, swiping it away.Representative Belles is dead. I__ certain of that now. He__ gone. I___ I__ in the place where he was, and now he__ gone, and now I__ stuck. I__ stuck in the nothingness of a dead body, and I don__ know how to get out.My heart thuds against my chest, and I gasp for air. What if I can never get out? What if eternity is nothing more than me, alone, in the darkness? Trapped in someone else__ death.I collapse, but it__ not like I fall on the floor. There is no floor. There was the illusion of one, but as my body gives way, I realize that I__ floating. I stretch out, my fingers and toes aching to feel, but there__ nothing, nothing at all, and I draw myself into myself, hugging my legs, my knees tucked under my chin.I__ alone.Maybe when Representative Belles died, I died too.Maybe this is it.

One major factor that makes most achievers to fail is their ability to know where they are going and becoming unaware of what they will have to do when they get there!

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.

You keep your followers confused when you begin very well and give up too early... Suspense is useful in movies, but useless when writing your success stories!

There are always certain things which are certain and certain things which are uncertain for us to think about each day and when such are over, there shall always be something to think about

Serious people are not easily distracted!

There are always certain things which are certain and there are always certain things which are uncertain for us to think about each day and when such things are over, there shall always be something to think about

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

The reason a lot of women can't move on from a relationship or people they love is because they need to know why. Why did this happen? Why did you do this? Why don't you care? Why did you hurt me? Why do you believe this about me? Why did you send me mixed signals? Why are these other people in your life acting like you care? Men have it all wrong. Insecurity is not why a lot of women don't let go. Women have a difficult time letting go because men don't communicate why at the level that women require. They don't back up their words with actions that are not confusing or could be misinterrupted as something else. Until, men learn that their actions and their friends and families reactions can create a questionable doubt about how they feel, they will forever have to deal with the drama they create for themselves.

It is so simple, yet so hard for some people to do. If you want someone out of your life then you and only __ou_ must tell him or her to leave. This can only be done by you. Otherwise, your silence shouts, __ am undecided._ When other people get involved it sends mixed signals. If only more people would be so bold, hearts would not linger so long.

Life is a great big beautiful three-ring circus. There are those on the floor making their lives among the heads of lions and hoops of fire, and those in the stands, complacent and wowed, their mouths stuffed with popcorn. I know less now than ever about life, but I do know its size. Life is enormous. Much grander than what we__e taken for ourselves, so far. When the show is over and the tent is packed, the elephants, lions and dancing poodles are caged and mounted on trucks to caravan to the next town. The clown__ makeup has worn, and his bright, red smile has been washed down a sink. All that is left is another performance, another tent and set of lights. We rest in the knowledge: the show must go on. Somewhere, behind our stage curtain, a still, small voice asks why we haven__ yet taken up juggling. My seminars were like this. Only, instead of flipping shiny, black bowling balls or roaring chainsaws through the air, I juggled concepts. The world is intrinsically tied together. All things march through time at different intervals but move ahead in one fashion or another. Though we may never understand it, we are all part of something much larger than ourselves__omething anchoring us to the spot we have mentally chosen. We sniff out the rules, through spiritual quests and the sciences. And with every new discovery, we grow more confused. Our inability to connect what seems illogical to unite and to defy logic in our understanding keeps us from enlightenment. The artists and insane tiptoe around such insights, but lack the compassion to hand-feed these concepts to a blind world. The interconnectedness of all things is not simply a pet phrase. It is a big ___ truth that the wise spend their lives attempting to grasp.