Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
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Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
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Feeling Safe With A Stranger Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
This to me, was hell, but I stood up to the challenge more times than not, and
feel it built the character and drive I use to live each and every day. I thank God for that
and much more, that I will not share with you today, but know we will address it when
were not strangers any more.
And as I thank God for so much more, I also see the many people that has come
and gone in my life. Some out of death, some frustration, some out of relocation,
some out of life education in the terms of life's financial scales and structures.
You see, I think its sort of like the women that see me driving in my truck or
convertible, or the ones that flirt with me in the store. I don't know them and they
don't know me or the nuances of my character or the chinks in my armor, like
the ones who do know me and speak and work with me everyday all across
the world. You see I may feel safe in a nightclub when the lights are dim and
the music is loud, and the people are slurred by the alcohol and the
atmosphere around them and me, making life an adventure. But I don't feel
that way when someone gets close to me, and I must keep up the image
they think I am or may be. I don't feel as safe as I should or want to be in the
confines of my own home with the woman I think I love, showing me love
and the love I show to her in her mere presence and desire to please me
as I do her. Which makes me wonder, am I alone? But now I realize, I
haven't found the right woman to make me feel safe with a friend,
she is a stranger. But who knows, they say you come into this world alone
and l eave alone, that you were conceived by an outside force and buried
by the same. So when are we alone and are we when we feel we are?
When are we safe? Is it when we are with a stranger? Or is it when a
stranger is with us?
You see I personally think one of the main reasons we feel safe with a
stranger is out of comfort. The comfort of not exposing who we really
are, and the fear of not truly showing what we are in the same or
elevated cause of concern of not being accepted or liked by those we
show it to. But I argue, if we can not display and say who we are, then
who are we trying to be, and why? And if this person can not
unconditionally take you for what you are, then why would you want to
share anything with them any way? I think many issues stem from self
worth or esteem factors, that many of us want to be understood, but not
brought to the fore front on any issue that needs to be dealt with. We want
the happy and ultimate life, but don't want to live it, give the effort and take
on the responsibilities it has to offer to gain it. I feel safe when I'm
understood, but finding the understanding and trying to explain it to those
that don't, offers many needs of regret. What can never be
lost in sight, is that the formula for anything is focus and commitment. To
want happiness, one must understand the opposite, or one can not divide
the two and what they mean to each other.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
This to me, was hell, but I stood up to the challenge more times than not, and
feel it built the character and drive I use to live each and every day. I thank God for that
and much more, that I will not share with you today, but know we will address it when
were not strangers any more.
And as I thank God for so much more, I also see the many people that has come
and gone in my life. Some out of death, some frustration, some out of relocation,
some out of life education in the terms of life's financial scales and structures.
You see, I think its sort of like the women that see me driving in my truck or
convertible, or the ones that flirt with me in the store. I don't know them and they
don't know me or the nuances of my character or the chinks in my armor, like
the ones who do know me and speak and work with me everyday all across
the world. You see I may feel safe in a nightclub when the lights are dim and
the music is loud, and the people are slurred by the alcohol and the
atmosphere around them and me, making life an adventure. But I don't feel
that way when someone gets close to me, and I must keep up the image
they think I am or may be. I don't feel as safe as I should or want to be in the
confines of my own home with the woman I think I love, showing me love
and the love I show to her in her mere presence and desire to please me
as I do her. Which makes me wonder, am I alone? But now I realize, I
haven't found the right woman to make me feel safe with a friend,
she is a stranger. But who knows, they say you come into this world alone
and l eave alone, that you were conceived by an outside force and buried
by the same. So when are we alone and are we when we feel we are?
When are we safe? Is it when we are with a stranger? Or is it when a
stranger is with us?
You see I personally think one of the main reasons we feel safe with a
stranger is out of comfort. The comfort of not exposing who we really
are, and the fear of not truly showing what we are in the same or
elevated cause of concern of not being accepted or liked by those we
show it to. But I argue, if we can not display and say who we are, then
who are we trying to be, and why? And if this person can not
unconditionally take you for what you are, then why would you want to
share anything with them any way? I think many issues stem from self
worth or esteem factors, that many of us want to be understood, but not
brought to the fore front on any issue that needs to be dealt with. We want
the happy and ultimate life, but don't want to live it, give the effort and take
on the responsibilities it has to offer to gain it. I feel safe when I'm
understood, but finding the understanding and trying to explain it to those
that don't, offers many needs of regret. What can never be
lost in sight, is that the formula for anything is focus and commitment. To
want happiness, one must understand the opposite, or one can not divide
the two and what they mean to each other.