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| A woman was givin the gift of a music box...with it came a card sayin this..."I know you love music boxes...so I made this one for you...the music was written just for you. I had to make it out of parts I had...and some of them were used...so I cant say how long it will last...but I hope...that while it does...it brings you joy." The woman wound it up...and the music brought such a smile to her face...she loved it so...but then she thought...what if this is the last time it will play for me...that thought becomin a seed that let fear grow. Every time the woman wound the box up...she wondered if it would be the last time...it became a torture...because she couldnt bear the thought of not playin it...but more than that...she couldnt bear the thought of its loss. It got to a point that she began to wonder why someone would give her somethin that would hurt her so. Now...the simple truth is...she was the one doin the torturin...because she could not just enjoy the gift for all it was. By only seein its end everytime she played it...she lived its end from the start...buildin memories of the hurt she knew she would feel...instead of memories of the sweet music given as a gift. In givin a gift...the giver has no control over how the receiver will decide to feel about it. But...I have to say this...for myself...I dont know that Ive ever seen anythin in my life that was guaranteed to be forever...and if it was...it was only kind words...or eternal life. So...though Im human...and wont always get it right...I think myself...I'll try to take joy in the gift...and cherish the memories when its gone. May you all find peace and happiness. |
| A woman was givin the gift of a music box...with it came a card sayin this..."I know you love music boxes...so I made this one for you...the music was written just for you. I had to make it out of parts I had...and some of them were used...so I cant say how long it will last...but I hope...that while it does...it brings you joy." The woman wound it up...and the music brought such a smile to her face...she loved it so...but then she thought...what if this is the last time it will play for me...that thought becomin a seed that let fear grow. Every time the woman wound the box up...she wondered if it would be the last time...it became a torture...because she couldnt bear the thought of not playin it...but more than that...she couldnt bear the thought of its loss. It got to a point that she began to wonder why someone would give her somethin that would hurt her so. Now...the simple truth is...she was the one doin the torturin...because she could not just enjoy the gift for all it was. By only seein its end everytime she played it...she lived its end from the start...buildin memories of the hurt she knew she would feel...instead of memories of the sweet music given as a gift. In givin a gift...the giver has no control over how the receiver will decide to feel about it. But...I have to say this...for myself...I dont know that Ive ever seen anythin in my life that was guaranteed to be forever...and if it was...it was only kind words...or eternal life. So...thought Im human...and wont always get it right...I think myself...I'll try to take joy in the gift...and cherish the memories when its gone. May you all find peace and happiness. |
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