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July 9, 2010
3:18 PM

I happen to put up on my shout out comment today about wounding and healing as parts of life. Coincidentally when I opened the book Dare to Journey with Henri Nouwen my fingers fumbled upon "The Wounded Healer" which teaches us that our own wounding experiences should not limit us from helping other people who are also in need of healing. It talks of a hurt man who can make miracles in others' lives amidst one's own need for healing.

I've come across the timely passage just when I hate to admit but realized I was and still am nursing a silently broken heaert - not necessarily caused by any specific being I have sought to be unattainable but due to the undeniable turmoil my heart's been battling over decisions I have to make that will make or break my present or near future.

I am talking about no less than my career. The selections are few, the choices difficult, consequently needing some opportunities for a swift but priceless break up.

I have a feeling I am going to end up alone somehow or without a stable job. I feared the possibilities of crippling myself to extinction. I know there are opportunities a-plenty but the end-all choice remains to be seen. Unfortunately time is of a constraint and it's ticking as fast as my heart beating.

On side track, if we speak of the heart per se, it's a bewilderment to the highest level why there seem to be no one tickling this heart of mine at the moment. Mind me, this isn't false presumption, but a matter of fact. Perhaps because I have no time to spend on those little tedious matters concerning emotions and the like, or because the many pre-occupations are taking up too much space in my little head for squeezing in anything more. Thank God I existed this far too long without it; thank God for the many other more important things in life. ;-)