{"id":543,"date":"2015-02-21T18:35:20","date_gmt":"2015-02-21T16:35:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hbne.co.il?p=543"},"modified":"2019-11-05T14:00:52","modified_gmt":"2019-11-05T12:00:52","slug":"out-of-the-blue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hbne.co.il\/?p=543","title":{"rendered":"Out Of The Blue"},"content":{"rendered":"

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We are creatures of comfort.<\/h2>\n

It is the familiar to which we cuddle up to, tight \u200ewithin its cloak of warmth, solace is found. Such is the security that our daily \u200eactivities provide. So cozy and intimate are we with our rituals and routines \u200ethat we are often reluctant to leave our shells and venture outside of \u200eourselves. As life's path would have it, unforeseen obstacles and potholes await \u200eus along our way.\u200e<\/p>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eSnails and supermen, not a world of difference between the two, merely paint \u200ethe cloak of comfort red and with a flapping motion breathe deeply and open \u200eyour arms wide while holding it tightly.\u200e \u200e<\/strong><\/p>\n

Without a doubt, an integral and significant part of our psyche is built upon \u200ehow we choose to meet the cold, challenging and untimely knots in our paths: \u200ethe not wanteds, the not convenients, the not suitables and, ultimately, the \u200e\u200e\u200e\u200eNOT nows!\u200e\u200e \u200e<\/h2>\n

Childhood memories remind me of forgotten days. I recall my cloak of \u200eprotection which followed me around: pretty much like a shadow, it was \u200ealways there to protect me. Bad things always happened to others far from my \u200ereach. Adversity struck at a distance. Everything bad, happened in other \u200efamilies: all of the arguments, divorce, unemployment, fires, nasty court cases, \u200ecar accidents, disease, and tragic deaths were all an arm\u2019s length away. Bit by \u200ebit, however, my shield weakened and misfortune was drawn closer and closer \u200eto me. At first the bad stuff was just a distant story on television or in the news. \u200eLater as I grew older, however, it was as if someone had pulled the rug out \u200efrom beneath me. Similar events befell my family within its most inner circle, \u200estriking deep: stifling, razor sharp and winded pain.\u200e<\/p>\n

Please don\u2019t get me wrong: I did not have a difficult childhood, quite the \u200eopposite. As a young and innocent child, I saw both my family and the world \u200earound me as pure perfection. Gradually the imperfections and the injustices \u200eunraveled before me, their tangled webs grasping and chocking me cold with \u200efear. \u200e<\/p>\n

There is a man that I would once do anything, absolutely anything, just to \u200emake sure that our paths would not cross, even at the cost of conceded \u200enegotiations at the gate. Just last week I had no choice but to meet him. \u200eSurprised was I to notice for a moment how painless it was: I could talk, laugh \u200eand enjoy my powerful presence.<\/p>\n

I have changed. My journey has endowed \u200eme with new powers, while his have remained the same.\u200e<\/h3>\n

Challenges, trauma, grief and difficulties are not new to me. At times I\u2019ve \u200eattacked like a lioness, at others gone deep into hiding like a mouse. What I \u200ehave realized is that my struggles with life\u2019s forces have shaped and \u200estrengthened me and for that I am grateful.\u200e<\/p>\n

Times of crisis: times of growth.<\/h3>\n

Crisis is but a bump in our path. How we \u200echoose to meet it, now that is entirely in our hands. Breathe deeply, close your \u200eeyes and imagine the most creative and accurate call to action. There is an \u200eabundance of possibilities, close to infinity in number. It is quite possible that \u200ethe obstacle is a blessing in disguise?<\/p>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eSuperman? Superpower? Hey that would be \u200e \u200e\u200e\u200e\u200eYOU!\u200e<\/h2>\n
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