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People will love us, and their love will challenge us...

People will disappoint us and we will become bitter towards them. People will fail loving us and we will also fail to forgive them. We will love and our love will be distorted. Then, we will love again, and moving through love we will meet many obstacles that may ruin all we ever built. 

Love will love us but it will also shake us off. Love will pierce our hearts as if an arrow, for when it creates pain within us, it transforms us. There are people in our lives who seem to know well how to push our buttons. We try to avoid them or change them. Why would we do that? Because we are so scared to look at those invisible wounds that dwell in our psyche. Wounds we have locked decades ago inside the inner basement of our hearts. 

Don’t remove yourself from pain when your wounds are being pressed upon. Be grateful instead that now you are becoming more aware of them, so the process of healing can start in you. Trust those wounds and trust those people who press us to see them. There are lots of messages conveyed through them. If we could only see and accept our shortcomings, we would grow up faster and grow old a little slower. 

Ultimately love heals. Love makes you conscious of your own wounds, and if you allow it to penetrate your core deeply, it will transform your inevitable pain into lasting healing. Dare to allow love to heal you.

Love is Like Breeze
by Ilda Dashi

Love gets lost,
and then recaptured;
it comes like a breeze,
and leaves you like a sunset.
Love gets lost in me,
or do I lose myself in it?
This I cannot confess for sure.
The only thing I know,
is that anytime I was in love,
love was my only cure.


(This is an excerpt from Ilda's new book, found here

Ilda Dashi is a seeker of truth in life, and author of It is You Searching For You published in February 2017. She had been accumulating things that she feels really matter in life, in her life, until she realized that nothing is of greater importance that finding her own Self, and her own path, in other words her own SOUL. Today, Ida continues to seek new ways of dealing with her own struggles and understand her own unique path and her own uniqueness which sometimes scares her...but she can't follow any other path other than the path her Soul is calling her to follow. Ida is a lover of nature and silence. She loves to be still and meditate because in those moments she tastes glimpses of her own truth above the veil of dust filled with conditioning and ignorance from the past. She is a dreamer and she likes to reach the stars. Visit her blog, her Youtube channel, or connect on Facebook.

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