to give us a second chance . . . or some magical pill shot back through time for our parents to ingest, in order to "see who we are"
for many of us, this reeks its own kinds of havoc later on . . . influencing how we see ourselves, the types of "limitations" which we may embrace
since we are taught to believe we deserve nothing better
there is perhaps no greater, nor more damaging arena, in which to see the seeds of childhood dysfunction flourish in our adulthood
than in the areas of love and romance
we "have issues" and these issues repeat
as I say, over and over, "patterns will remain as patterns -- until they (finally) become lessons"
but those lessons take time to learn, if ever
and the classes "hurt"
for each of us, moving past this "hurt" to live and love in a healthy manner -- this is where each of us perhaps, at times, may stumble
to love, without limits or guidelines, after childhoods such as these . . . is never easy
nor is it something many people, who may feel sadness when looking back at their own childhoods
can't just zippi dee do dah step right into
to love, after years of sadness, is not easy to do . . . but that, more than all reasons, is why we are here
why we come back over and over and over again
to embrace that love that dispells the pain from which it is birthed
this is Religion to me -- finding a sense of love within ourselves
is this one person or all people . . . hard to say
although quite often it is triggered by the love of someone special
no matter, for those of us who may have felt this . . . just know it is possible to embrace that sense of love
but you cannot wait for it to find you -- you have to give it away