The presence of other people in our days is never an accident; it is a destined for a reason. Anybody surrounds us \u2013 either relatives, friends, people on the street, totally strangers, or whoever they are \u2013 play their own role to make this life worth living. That\u2019s what we believe in.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately for us, it is much easier to understand the reason of their presence in many uplifting situations. Some are being there to be relied on, lift us back up when we are down, some simply accompanying us through the joy of living to make us feel even higher, some make ourselves feel so valuable and meaningful for the gifts we can share with them.<\/p>\n
Then, recently we bumped to the awkward and uncomfortable moment when person\u2019s existence was a clash. Worse, as the events have led us to wrongdoing to handle the stage, the out of control self that make us feel unworthy and ashamed for the mistakes and wrong we\u2019ve done. This is sore time when the encounter with other people push us unsturdy, face down to the ground.<\/p>\n
This is the hurting experience when the presence of others not so easy to be appreciated, a question of the meaning, an awful incident that we wish never was an entry in our diary.<\/p>\n
Still, we guess, that is nothing to ignore at all. \u00a0Other people always present in this journey for a reason, even in the most embarrassing way to remind us how far from perfect we are.<\/p>\n
Gratefully and wholeheartedly:
\n\u201cThank you for the moment. Thank you for letting us slip to the shameful wrong we\u2019ve done, coz then we learn and help us to be a better man.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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