"every morning I rise with the sun carrying the fire within, every evening i set with it only to rise up again. the core of my being is my soul returns,Dancing the very air that it breathes the fire within me will never die
GrEaT AfFiRmAtIoNs FoR EnDiNg NeEdLesS DrAmA
When others try to engage me in unnecessary conflict, I simply walk away. I know better than to waste my time and energy trying to communicate with someone who just wants to argue.
If the other person honestly wants to listen, then I am open to sharing my views. But if the person simply wants to quarrel, I am not afraid to end our interaction.
I am free from the need to always be right and convince others of my point of view. I have enough self-respect and compassion to leave a pointless argument behind.
When I walk away from those types of situations, I keep my inner self intact. I do not give my power away by engaging in unnecessary drama. Part of being a great communicator is knowing when to speak and when to be silent.
I walk away from meaningless disagreements because I deserve to live a life free from drama and stress.
As I seek to enjoy a positive life, I gravitate toward healthy interactions and away from negativity; I do not entertain conflict because it is like a shower of negativity.
Each time I walk away from unnecessary conflict, I add value to myself. Others respect me because I uphold a high level of communication. Since they know I will not give them the satisfaction of a quarrel, they rarely try to engage me in conflict.
As a result of walking away from conflict, I live a peaceful life. My mental health is in great shape because I do not allow insignificant dramas to rattle me.
TeArS AnD WhIsPeRs
Gentle words to ease the fears,
Of anxious friends with drawn faces,
Too distraught for social graces.
Keeping vigil through the night,
With you losing your breathless fight.
Having battled through pain filled years,
Among soft whispers and silent tears.
Watching sadly your distress and pain,
Never to hear your laughter again,
As your hold on life disappears,
Among soft whispers and silent tears.
Your once bright eyes are slowly dimming,
While ours with tears are over brimming.
A little smile seems to cross your lips,
Free at last from your morphine sips.
And so you leave your Earthly base,
As you start your journey to that Heavenly place.
Though out of sight it quells our fears,
Calming our whispers and silent tears.
ReFlEcTiOn
Looking back at the lessons and tasks completed in the process of preparation for BEC, there were really a lot! Effective communication, process of job application, research report and presentation were the main parts that were covered ..
Previously, I took another module related to effective communication. I found that both modules are very similar initially as we learnt about how effective communication can be achieved. Doing things like understanding a matter from others' point of views, speaking in the correct tone and using the correct non-verbal language are what affect effective communication. The main difference between these two modules is that this module introduces blogging as part of the communication process. I find that it is very relevant as most of the people nowadays like to communicate in the virtual space, which definitely includes blogging. Furthermore, there were a few blog topics which spark some really good conversations online between the classmates. It was a good chance to know one another better and the class definitely bonded better!
Lastly, I am very glad to have a friend who does comment me for all my writings or atleast have time to checkout my fuss in this very blog, and all the very friendly classmates! Thanks all
KeEp On KeEpInG oN
PoIsOn Fruit. ...
into delicate flesh,
breaking the rules,
the thrill is the best
the juices run quick
through my piercing teeth
trying to get to
the prize underneath
i collapse to the ground
i see nothing but black
i feel nothing but gentle
pushing on my back
dopey, and sleepy,
and happy, and doc
fail to realize
they are all out of luck
despite the warning
of the gal in black
i had to make the apple
my final snack
my prince never came
my dwarfs cried at my feet
but though the ending was sour
the apple was sweet

I'M NOT GREED by Santhosh Sagar N is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at www.poorboy1.blogspot.com.