Ingersoll’s Creed

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Helene (Ελένη)

While I believe this to be true, I will have to say this is easier said than done.  Especially for someone who has gone through so much pain.  Or someone who’s very angry.  You might even say this is so hypocritical. You might even say,

“How can I let the person who caused my sadness be happy?”

Be still, my heart.  I  know right now, you won’t appreciate what I have to say because there is so much hatred in you. You have been deeply wounded and you refuse to believe that time heals all wounds or if it does, it will leave a scar so big that you would be constantly reminded of its pain.  At this moment, you feel as if the whole universe is conspiring against you and that you are doomed to be unhappy forever. You see the world through broken lenses, you only see the cracks and not the beauty surrounded by those cracks. You are drowning in your misery, you never want to come up for a breath of fresh air.

I read somewhere that  “Happiness is a decision. You are as happy as you decide to be.” and that you should never give the key to your happiness to someone else. You have to realize that there is more to life than being in a relationship with a man. You have been betrayed not only once but too many times but it doesn’t mean that you have to give up on love or life for that matter. You are so focused on your loss that you fail to look around and see that there’s still so much you could gain.

(Adsila) ανθοφοριά

Well, here’s what I have to say about this. Enough of your pity party! I also read somewhere that Cinderella got her “happily ever after” because she did not go back for her shoe. So, stop looking back! Get out from that corner of the bed, dust yourself off, look up then look straight ahead, DECIDE to be happy and take a step forward. Never look back, there won’t be anything left to look back at anyway, because by the time you finish dusting yourself off, I’d have been finished burning that bridge down.

What’s in a name?

My name is Aileen. It’s not a very common name and neither is it a very unique name, I would say it is rather atypical. People perceive me to be a person who can be extremely aggressive sometimes stubborn, proud and impatient in other words, a toughie. For people who know me very well, they would tell you that it’s just a façade because they know how a softie I can be.  Well, I think both these perceptions are correct.  I am someone who has a tendency to resent authority if I don’t believe in whoever is imposing authority over me.  I am not overly ambitious and I desire love and companionship like any sane human being would.  I am a bit quick-tempered but I easily forgive and forget. I am a hopeless romantic at heart who still hopes to find true love’s kiss.

I’m passionate about music, although I don’t have any preference in terms of genre. I can sing and listen to rock, jazz, RnB, country, pop, rock and roll, classical, what have you. My mood for the day would pretty much dictate my song choice (i.e. sad = hard rock, happy = pop or RnB, nostalgic = The Beatles). I am a self-confessed American TV series addict. I have a great admiration for the people who create these TV series because they develop stories each and every week.  I love the movies! I used to watch movies 3-4 times a week. No matter what’s showing for that week, I’d watch ‘em all.  Crazy  right?! Yes! Oh, how I miss those days! I can’t do that anymore, you know. Why? Life happened, that’s all I can say. I am a voracious reader. I read almost everything including Nutrition Facts on food labels.

I am a single, supermom to a wonderful 8-year old wonder son.  I can be pretty much what you would expect an single mom to be , but I can be much more. To my son , I can be a mentor, a friend, a Lego enthusiast, a Gundam builder, a Transformer (particularly Arcee),  a sister, even a coffee mate (no pun intended) because I am all these and much more. Being a supermom is my passion and it excites me to know that I can contribute to my son’s future success because I am that someone’s mother.

About Helene and Adsila. HeLeNe (Ελένη) has an alter ego named  AdSiLa ανθοφοριά) One or both of them will be the mistresses of this blog. Helene would appreciate an audience, she’s nice like that  but Adsila won’t give a damn. A nice, catty conversation with your alter ego won’t hurt every once in a while but it can really be tiresome.

He knows me

He sees me for who I really am; for what I really am.

He knows me like no one else does.

He knows if my smile is untrue.

He knows what the anger in my eyes is for.

He never asks questions, he just tries to understand, he never judges.

He  knows what I’m really capable of and he has unwavering faith and never  ever doubts.

He feels my sadness and he unhesitatingly takes it from me and replaces it with boundless happiness.

He knows all my bitterness sometimes makes me insufferable yet he stays by my side, takes my hand and never leaves.

He knows I sometimes can’t stop crying so he kisses my tears away and tells me,
“Hush, Mama. Everything will be okay”.

He’s so young yet he’s mature.

He’s so little yet he stands tall.

He looks so fragile yet he has great strength.

He knows he is the only person whom I could never live without

He knows he is the only one whom I could love unconditionally

He knows me. Yet he professes to love me until there’s no tomorrow.

Ελένη