Transforms a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly- While within the cocoon, the winged dreams cry; Despairing to freely pilot, towering the cryptic sky. Deepens an exiting autumn as a welcoming spring- While snuggling the earth, the leaves mildly swing; Knolling the hoary gongs of hope, they mirthfully sing. Egresses a befogged man, as a absolved human- While the empyrean prowess of real compassion; Satiates the sleeveless vacuities of all his passion.
While searching randomly for a good reading, I came across this wonderful blog infused with amazing insights and thoughts. Please do not misunderstand this as a blog promotion. I agree, if you tag this as a promotion of wise thoughts. I am sorry to say but I am allowed to repost just an excerpt from the original post by Mr.Nate Pyle.
Here it goes……
Someday I am going to have to have the conversation with my son. No, not the conversation all parents dread giving and all kids are mortified having. I enjoy making people uncomfortable so that conversation should be fun.
No, I’m talking about another conversation. The one that happens after I catch his eye doing what male eyes do well – following an object of lust. We will probably be out at the mall, because that’s what dads do with their sons, and I’ll catch the look. Maybe we’ll go to the beach and see it. Doesn’t matter where it is, there will come a time when I will see it. And then it will be time for this conversation.
Hey, come here. Let me talk to you. I saw you look at her. I’m not judging you or shaming you. I know why you did. I get it. But we have to talk about it because how you look at a woman matters.”
A lot of people will try and tell you that a woman should watch how she dresses so she doesn’t tempt you to look at her wrongly. Here is what I will tell you. It is a woman’s responsibility to dress herself in the morning. It is your responsibility to look at her like a human being regardless of what she is wearing. You will feel the temptation to blame her for your wandering eyes because of what she is wearing – or not wearing. But don’t. Don’t play the victim. You are not a helpless victim when it comes to your eyes. You have full control over them. Exercise that control. Train them to look her in the eyes. Discipline yourself to see her, not her clothes or her body. The moment you play the victim you fall into the lie that you are simply embodied reaction to external stimuli unable to determine right from wrong, human from flesh.