The master learner attains the high levels of mastery because they are humble enough within to learn. Thus masters are humble of spirit. Yet, student, they are the boss of you because they are the master! Confidence is not ego. Earned skill is not ego. Being of greater ability is not ego. Assuming you can become a master in such short time is ego. Become an apprentice so that one day your master will be proud that you exceeded them. That is what real mastery is.Doris was the kind of student that reputations of grand universities are built on yet rarely acknowledge, for the brilliance of her wit spurred on the rest of her cohort to higher heights.There he was, a student ready for university, after so long as her boy. He was a man. A young man, admittedly, still needing her for little things, still looking to her to right his ship in the storms of new challenges. Any mother would be proud, and she certainly was.Nobody in his family had any real education, but he knew he was clever. He
Love, dearest Doris, is not a spoken language at all, so listen not to tongues of silver. Love is in kind deeds, thoughtful actions, truthfulness, trustworthiness and self-sacrifice. Within that definition of love lies true passion, not at all the same thing as lust - a transitory satisfaction for the 'hungry ghost' soul. Know this, sweet child, and you'll have more love than your heart can hold even in the 'slim' years."I love you. That means I would defend you with my life even if the odds were insurmountable. It means I will comfort you in the difficult and painful times. It means I will dance and rejoice with you when times are good. It means I will never betray you, never give up on you. It means finding my fire when you, my loved one, is threatened, yet never waging war - only doing what is necessary for a noble defence. Love says I forgive you when you err. Love says though life may test me I am yours into eternity and I will never abandon you. It means I will never put you in
Evelyn met with Regina that day. Not for anything else besides their main discussion. She had purposely visited Regina and had the meeting scheduled at her house. She loved being a wedding guest. It's as if rockets have been lit beneath the soul. There is such love right out in the open. Everyone feels free to let their happy flags fly. Cynics are silent at last. Birdsong becomes the music of the quiet reflections. Souls are united. To have an invitation to such an event is a blessing indeed.She saw the woman from afar, shivering in fear. Fear of what though? Well perhaps it was because the head of the Queens was right at her house! She gave a satisfying grin at the moment and continued with her discussion. "Well, so you see why it is important for us to meet up?" She said, a satisfying smile working its way over to her cheeks. Her face had been plastered with bright heavy makeup. Again. Just on purpose. She ignored Regina's shivering and continued. "So we can discuss the wedding
"Good morning, honey." Nathan smiled at his wife who stretched, still half-asleep in bed. "How was your night?""Fine." She managed to say amid yawning. "Why are you up so early?" She questioned, seeing as he was fully dressed. "Are you going somewhere?""Not really. Well I am going out, but it's not an important outing. I just wanted to get some things." He lied. It wasn't his intention to keep his meeting from her, he just didn't want to say anything until he was sure of the outcome."Okay, don't be long." She said as she covered herself."I won't." He placed a light kiss on her forehead and rose to his feet. "Do you need me to get anything for you?" He knew the answer to the question even before she replied. "Cookies." She said with a broad smile, showing off her perfect set of white teeth."Of course it is." The love Doris had for cookies was endless and he always tried to satisfy her whenever she hungered for it so even without asking ger, he always made sure to get it for her w
Have you ever had that feeling, when you feel anxious about something but at the same time you don't want that thing to come true? Well that was what Nathan was feeling at the monemt.When he heard the name Stephen called, he felt a mixture of relaxation and also anxiety of somewhat. Anakin was definitely his last name but Edward wasn't his middle name."Are you surprised?" Stephen asked another bootless question as he resumed munching on his burger. "I know you are. I was surprised too when I found out."Okay, say he was right about his speculation and they were actually related. How did he find hin?Almost like he had been reading Nathan's mind, he said. "You must be wondering how I found you." "Yeah, actually. I am." "It wasn't easy. I tried reaching out to our other relatives but when that wasn't yielding any positive results, I decided to look you up on social media. There were so many options to choose from so I did what any other concerned person would do. I managed to narrow
The stars. Very beautiful.Thousands of sparkling diamonds just sitting up there in the sky, making the night sky look uniquely beautiful. Nathan loved looking up at the stars, watching each one twinkle in the clear dark blue sky.Whenever he looked up at them, he always felt…at peace. He couldn't quite understand it but seeing the moon and stars always made him relax. But this time, he wasn't feeling so at ease.A lot was on his mind, and that was the reason he resorted to looking at the stars, hoping it would do him any good…but unfortunately, it didn't. As he laid on the bench by the pond, his mind replaying the image of what he saw over and over like a broken record, Nathan began to wonder what was really going on.First, a random stranger claimed to be his long lost brother and now his mother in-law was calling him a liar.He and Evelyn didn't exactly see eye to eye and she always made sure to make mockery of him whenever she got the opportunity but calling him a liar out of th
Nathan sat alone in their living room sipping his favorite drink, Fre White Zinfandel. A soft, fruity, berry flavored non-alcoholic wine. He could remember the first time he tasted it, Doris has gotten it for them to celebrate their anniversary in a non-alcoholic way and he fell in love with it.He leaned back into their cozy taupe sofa, enjoying the relaxing sensation that came with each sip of the chilled liquid.His moment of serenity was interrupted by a violent knock on the door. "Who is it?" The unwanted guest knocked again, more loudly than the first time. He groaned as he got up and reluctantly strolled to the door.He was greeted by the frowning face of his brother in law as he opened the door. "Owen, what brings you here?" He questioned with little to no interest."Do you have any idea how long I've been knocking? What the hell took you so long?!" He complained as he walked in uninvited. "Oh, so this is what you were doing?" He pointed to the half filled glass on the table.
Family. Your blood. Your clan. Your genre. Your household. Your kindred.People have many, many names for the word 'family' but yet, it felt like they hardly knew what it meant.People walk around daily using the word freely, calling people family only to still end up betraying them or hurting them. A family is supposed to be your home, your comfort zone. A place where you never have to re-earn your spot at the table, a place where once you've been accepted, you are supposed to be protected, to be kept safe, forever, no matter what.Doris wished her family was like that.Doris's family was the complete opposite of your typical family. Ever since Doris was younger, she never really experienced the joy of being in a family. All through her education, it was just her and Owen, they went to school together, they went back home together. They went to bed together, they woke up together. Even when she got her first period, their maid was the one who helped her through it.Now she was basi