I never thought she was stupid at all. I thought that she was stuck and afraid,paralyzed by the mixed messages she recieved in her life. I thought you showed this beautifully.

This is something to ponder for a while.

She wasn’t stupid at all, no more or less than anyone is or could possibly be. That’s in this story as a device. Her mother called her stupid, and she adoped the label as her own. No doubt in much the same way her mother received it, and the subject passed it on to her children.

It is a way of looking into her self-esteem, and where it comes from and why as a function of telling a more intimate story.

The story is all about regret, and decisions we make, and the differences between right and wrong, now and then.

For me, doing what’s right is usually a conflict. The socially acceptable thing is often wrong for me. It is difficult to choose between compromising myself, and compromising others, or both. Often this feels like painting myself into a corner, and compromising in such a way that no one is happy, and no one is fulfilled. This makes the most people “happy” but always feels wrong.

Dunnoe. I am a work in progress.

Sunshine, that is great wisdom.

What is the RIGHT thing, and who gets to decide? If one chooses from the heart, how can that be wrong? Coming from love cant hurt anyone, but that doesn’t mean ones choice will be popular, especially where expectations are concerned.

Following the heart takes courage. The world once known is upheaved and turned inside out. It seems scary, and can feel overwhelming. We long for the unknown, but often times it is easier to stay stuck in the mire of familarity even though it does not bring joy.

I try to live with an open heart, and to follow its lead, but I must say, sometimes it seems damn near impossible. I keep trying though because I don’t want to have any regrets like our “stupid girl”.

Was she stupid, or was she just scared?

Finn, I like your poem.

Finn:
again, and always blessings for you blessings from you! Thank you. I love you.

Fatima:
My friend I simply can not say. I can’t answer your questions.
What’s right in the heart can be a soul crushing juggernaut, destroying everything in it’s path.
What’s right in the mind can be worse.

I say surrender to your higher self, and live and learn. Live and let live.

Only time and experience will bring the kind of knowing you are after. You can not know until you know.
I wish I had more wisdom for you than that, but I don’t right now.

But I wish you love and safe journey.

why didn’t she go? Why was it the “right” thing to do?
I guess I find this story a little troubling becasue I am at a kind of “croosroads” in my life right now..
Hoping that we are somehow on the path to love, an amzing person I know and I decicded to meet one another a year from now
after having “travelling” together and seeing so much of the good and bad brought out in ourselves and each other, while struggling to understand more of ourselves and what we want from ourselves…

did she not go because she was afraid of and threatened by the emotions that he made her feel, something more than her “zombie-like” existence?

my head says to walk away, that it is just a silly dream, so far-fetched, “what are the odds, etc”……..every day asking the same question and hoping to be guided to a place where my heart can call home..
I have hurt others so much in my ignorance and fear. How does one know what the “right” thing is?

for you Sunshine:
Blue solitude

Intoxicating, deepest blue

Fathomless airless blur

Breathless and endless

Caresses from you

Receding sensations

Like the light fading into a shoreline night

on the lip of the waves as they softly

Break upon this other horizon.

What can seem appear to be something really lawless and shocking, even when it blows up everyone’s lives for a while, can sometimes put things right when everything shakes out. Or it makes sense later, anyway. Sometimes MUCH later. :)

Regret is a horrible thing. I have done the “right thing” and I have also followed my passion. Sometimes it was for the best, sometimes it ended horribly. These choices have made me who I am and for that I choose not to regret them. Well at least I try not to regret them.

Actually, yes.

Did you go?

I was sent a ticket once… no kidding around.

Finn,

You are my man. I love you so much.
It’s just such a goddamned relief to know that there’s another human being in the world who just straight up gets me, and whom I so deeply understand, and dearly love.

I miss you mate.

Will you marry me?

I’ve done both the right thing once for too long and many wrong things.
Memory remembers pain well, too well and transfoms happiness through nostagia and regret for the loss of the source of happiness into further pain.
Further; contrary to the stereotype, Brazilians are the most melancholy people I have come across (apart from you and I of course) and yet they have the gift of celebrating and giving a name to the scources of of it: saudade. Reading this story on the day I had to part from the most beautiful girl to whom I gave my heart but who could not give back I remembered saudade and ended our relationship with Cava, smiles, kisses and celbration of the good times, ceased the pain and set us both free. Noble? , no but we were the ‘wrong thing’ , the right thing at the wong time and had the best of each other for a while: Suadade, it has no translation. A new sentiment to a sentimental fool for love.

I feel like I know this girl.
Melancholy and lovely…