Noel

Christmas time. For thousands of years, Christmas has been a very special time for many people. Personally, I love Christmas. Always have.
Christmas is the celebration for the birth of Christ. But it is not a Christian festival. It never has been and never should be. Not really.
No, Christmas is a celebration of mankind. The secular message of Christmas was first popularized by Charles Dickens but the idea has been around since long before.
Christmas is first and foremost, a festival of hope. We all hope for something. The Jews hoped for a messiah. Children hope for presents. Students hope for one more mark. Hope is what keeps us alive, more than food or water. Physical sustenance will only let us survive. Christmas celebrates the hope that lets us live. We don't despair at sunset because we know the sun comes up at dawn.
Secondly, Christmas is a time for forgiveness. In a world where grown men massacre children, forgiveness is a very hard thing to achieve. Yet there are no enemies on Christmas day. All feuds must at least temporarily end on Christmas Eve. There are only friends on Christmas. Friends and Family.
Which brings us to the third and most important aspect of Christmas. Christmas is a celebration of Family. Families are not blood. Familial bonds are forged through mutual love. A brother you grew up with might be a stranger to you while an old friend is like a brother. People have often claimed that family can't be chosen. Family can be chosen. You can't choose who you share blood with, but the bonds of family run deeper than blood. Christmas is a time when families come together. I prefer not to make promises that I can't keep (which is basically any promise) but one thing I long ago promised myself is that no matter how bad my relationship with my family might become, on Christmas we will be a family again. Because Christmas celebrates the bonds of family, not the blood.
More than anything, on Christmas day I hope we remember the song of the Little Drummer Boy. The drummer boy has nothing to give except his music, but he gives it willingly and wholeheartedly. When we give something to others, no matter how little it might be, We must learn to give it like the Little Drummer Boy. Because charity is just an expression of our love for our extended family. All human beings are bound together with the shared bond of mortality. We are all tied to each other, whether we like it or not. Christmas is the time to appreciate those bonds and be there for each other. No one deserves to be alone on Christmas.
Christmas is also a time to appreciate the wonder of life. It's a time to see lights in the trees and presents in the stockings. A time to believe in fat old men who dress up in red costumes and bring smiles to the world.
I hope this Christmas finds you together with your family, with your heart full of forgiveness, eyes full of wonder and a life full of hope.
God bless us, Everyone.
Merry Christmas 

Rehab

All drugs are destructive. You know you shouldn't have any, but after the first little morsel, you can't stop yourself. You want more. And more. And more. Until you finally reach the point where you realize that the fantasy you were living has shattered you inside and the real world is much too harsh and cold.

All drugs get you on a high. They make you feel like everything in the world has a new color. All drugs are dangerous but the most dangerous of all, is love.

Love, whether requited or not, is more addictive than heroin. When you're in love, you have a bigger high than weed. and when it ends, it hurts more than any detox.

When you're with the person whom you think is more perfect than anything else in the world, you feel like you want nothing else in the world. His friends are your friends. His life is your life. Everybody looks at you and sees you as His Girlfriend. People tell you that you're meant to be together, that he is serious about you. And you believe him.

You fail to see his flaws because love gets you high. You're too blinded to know that you're being played. Not until he leaves and you realize that the high is over and drug is wearing off.

Like detoxing, the end of a relationship has stages. Whether it's just a crush or a serious relationship, these stages are the same for all.

First comes denial. You tell yourself that the rejection is your fault. You refuse to believe that he doesn't love you, probably never did. You spend your nights crying yourself to sleep and your days wondering if he will come back.

Then comes anger, You hate him for having played you. You hate your mutual friends for not warning you and for abandoning you after you broke up. You hate his family, his school, his house, his life. You hate everything about him, everything he did to you and for you. You hate the very memory of him. But above all, you hate yourself for having fallen for him.

After the first two stages, the Third stage depends on who you are more than who he is. You can either choose to set fire to the memories and light up the cold night of rejection, leave back the bitter memories and move on. Which is slightly harder than launching a potato into space using a catapult. Alternatively, you could hold on to those memories. You can learn from them. You can lock your heart up in a box and never trust again. Which is possibly the only way to keep it from breaking again.

No matter which way you choose, detoxing is inevitable. With the high comes the withdrawal. You can't stay broken forever, unless you choose to be. Sometimes, you miss the drug so much, you feel like relapsing. But the best way to move on, is to let it go.

Let go of the anger and the betrayal. What he and his friends did to you can hurt you. But it won't destroy you. Not unless you let it.

We're almost always too hurt by the ones we thought would stand by us, to see the ones who did.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Not because once you get hurt you can't hurt again, but because it's when you're lying on the sidewalk with your ribs broken in and your legs fractured that you find the people who will help you up and carry you to safety.  

So basically what I’m saying is, if someone broke your heart, or you’re reeling from a lost relationship, it’s okay to be hurt. It’s normal to feel alone. But you’re never truly alone. Not really.

So just let the b*****d/b***h burn in hell, let go and get on with your life. Somewhere out there is the perfect person for you.