Acceptance Starts With Self


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In our high-tech, modern world, we usually start out life in a delivery room, at a hospital. The person doing the delivery welcomes you with a swat on your rear end. “Welcome to this world, WACK!” That is not a very good welcome for a new being entering into society. The new baby’s first human instinct must be of not being accepted. If the infant is fortunate enough to have its birth mother present it should soon be held and start creating a strong bond with her. Those first feelings of acceptance must have a powerful influence, many never get a chance to feel it.

If the child’s first acceptance is from a nanny with a tender loving touch and caring heart that new life might still get off on the right foot. As we progress in life we’re constantly in search of acceptance, first from the immediate family, parents and siblings. We all need reassurance and acceptance from each other. The best way to feel that acceptance is through caring conversation, hugs, kisses and sharing a touch of love with each and every one of them.

As a young person starts school they are instantly confronted by many new people. In this new phase of life, acceptance is tested severely. Each person wants to be accepted by those in his classroom and in his school. This is a very important stage of life, starting an education on the right foot. As a person finishes his educational years and starts into the workplace, once more acceptance by his employer is a must for the success of his future add his contentment at his job.

As a person finishes his educational years and starts into the workplace, once more acceptance by his employer is a must for the success of his future and his contentment at his job.

Acceptance again comes to the supreme test when you find a person you wish to spend your life with, as a soulmate and companion. Your acceptance for each other is a must for a life of contentment, peace, understanding and fulfillment.

Acceptance in this world keys on one very important point, that of accepting ourselves. Examining how we interact with others and what we are made of and how we look at life’s trials and tribulations. We have to understand and love ourselves before we can accept and love others, it has to be a two-way arrangement. If we accept ourselves without trying to improve our individual condition to make us acceptable to others we usually have problems getting along in society.

Society is made up of rules and laws that must be accepted by individual citizens or it can not function and survive. If we accept the laws of the land and live our lives accordingly, there should be few problems with acceptance, of one for the other.

Obsessed With Life





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Obsessed With Life

I became obsessed with staying alive three years ago. I was obsessed with making it through each day and now three years have passed and I’m still obsessed with getting through each new day. When tomorrow gets here, If it does, I will be obsessed with making it through that day. Life is such a great event, the big concert! I have become obsessed with hanging onto it.

I do not believe I am scared of dying. When my body finally decides to quit working completely, I will be dead. In the meantime, I am obsessed with overcoming each little thing that goes wrong, adjusting to changes, learning new ways to do things. Working to keep the body fit enough, to make it through one more day. Everything takes more effort and time to accomplish, even little tasks, that mischief is designed to bring about a depressed state. Not on my watch, I might be a little goofy, certainly not down in the mouth, in the mood department.

At night I go to sleep obsessed with waking up in the morning to another day. Another day that maybe won’t be all fun and games, no pain no gain. I will still be obsessed to make it through that day and one more night in bed. Each night takes longer to get the required rest, but I am obsessed with getting that rest. I continue on at a slower pace each day but at least moving forward, or anticipate moving until I can press on.

My obsession with staying alive is now being helped by an obsession with blogging. I never thought I would look forward to writing, not in my wildest dreams. Now blogging gives me a goal to strive for, each new day has that same goal now. I live, to blog again tomorrow. It has become another obsession, but it is truly an obsession of celebrating life and trying to share what it’s all about. Life is the greatest gift anyone can ever hope to receive and we should share ours with as many people as we can.