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    The evergreenness of emotional pain

    I know stages. So many stages that I now know that the last stage of anything usually means it’s either blooming or dying. (There’s no sugarcoating in the human experience.) The extent of some physical invasions by diseases can be classified by stages nowadays. Neat. It doesn’t mean it makes things easier. I think it’s our human nature to not want to know what lies ahead — I blame the fear of the unknown. But it can’t be a bad thing either knowing how you’re going to end. Anyway, all this preambling is just to ask: does heartache have stages? We are well aware of the stages of grief (denial,…

  • When You Give More than You Get

    I won’t list specific situations, but many times in the past I acted in a selfish ways towards others. I’ve done things without thinking about their feelings or the consequences my actions could bring. Subconsciously or not, though I’ve never been the kind to directly demand that all eyes be on me, I’ve occasionally made it all about me. Yet, in spite of this flawed system of mine that can sometimes be so indomitable, I recently came to the realization that I tend to give more than I get, without expecting anything in return. It’s a genuine act of benevolence, because when you give more than you get, you know…