To hope.. as a phobic.

[sdfl]

How is the world of the emet and the prosperous?

I wanted to leave you all with something I wrote... and hope that as the
days... months... and even years go by, you all will find comfort and peace
somewhere along your paths to recovery.
Your paths to freedom!

Where the thoughts go the man follows. If your thoughts are always
negative, you'll be negative. Thoughts don't always reflect what's true....
so you may let your emotions lead your thoughts and they may not be
reflecting what's true. It's dangerous to assume things too.

So I present to you.. to myself... what I aspire to live by.
It can't stop there!

"Awaken. This is your day speaking, soon to become your night. Every
early morn before the sun even thinks of rising.... Hey I said listen! Keep
your eyes opened.... please dear one. The time to sleep will be tonight.
You rest your head in sorrow. Your bed has become your melancholy
sanctuary where you fear your legs will not leave. "Everyone serve me!"
You say, "for I have no hope.... I have no desires for the future I do not
have."

Does this sound ultimately familiar? Do you know someone who has given
up everything they ever stood for, everything they ever wanted, simply
because of illness? A wise friend once asked me while in a state of illness,
"Will you crush this? Or let it crush you?"
We have a multitude of choices people! We can either live life after the
doctors say we'll be dead in a year; Or we can be dead before our heart
ever stops beating! We don't have to run a marathon to prove we're alive
either. We can make the most of our times. Discover where you are in a
spiritual sense if it defines where your beliefs lie. You can send out love
notices to the people you care for; Or even go and do something kind for
someone whom you once held a grudge for, so your record is clear.
Did you want to get married in a garden of roses? Then you got ill, and
your fiance and you drifted because you gave up? Go get married in that
rose garden, even if you have to be wheeled down the aisle.

Look at how we let illnesses, whether mental or physical cripple us? Oh I
understand limitations, yes I do. I myself am ill; But I won't talk about it.
Not because I am better or wiser or whatever; Simply because I realized
that by doing so, the illness has won!

Please my friends, I urge you if your life is hanging by a thread (which to
tell you the truth, anyone's could be at this point!) Don't end it the
moment you find out; You can still do it! Even with those limitations, your
spirit can be free! Look to the truth, and find your way, your calling. I
don't believe we were put here simply to live for ourselves, and by our
standards and demands.

Get out and start living, and your memory will live forever!


Who is your inspiration through your emetophobia?

For thousands of years and unthinkable aeons, one question haunts us all
and remains unanswered and pondered by many...



who farted?

I mean... kickin'!
~Sav'