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Self-Esteem

Posted on by Paul In The Buff

Written August 25, 2009

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So many people I speak with have very little self-esteem.

I, myself, am guilty. I’m a chronic non-believer in myself at times. Not in things such as what I can accomplish, or do, or succeed at… but just, in my own self-worth.

Am I good looking? No… Am I lovable? No… Am I worthy of other peoples’ affection or attention? No… Am I funny? Hardly. Am I the person I want to be? I probably never will be…

A lot of those just go into my expectations of myself. Something I can’t control. I demand a lot of myself, at all times. Whether it be to be the man I want to be for me, or the man I want to be for someone else. All these things… they chip away at my self-esteem and always have.

Give me a challenge and I won’t let it beat me. Give me a compliment and I’m defeating myself before anyone else can.

Do you feel that way too?

Odds are if you do, you know it… and you can even admit it. There is no guilt by denial here.

Here’s the thing… the more I see other people do it… people I truly hold in high esteem, the more ridiculous I see my own responses being. Pay attention folks… you know that person you just complimented and they said, “Psshhwwahh! You’re crazy! I am not!”

Yeah… sounded ridiculous, didn’t it? Well… when you give that response to someone, it sounds just as ridiculous to them.

So I’ve learned something over the past few years that this really plays into. If you take that compliment and simply say “Thank you,” that compliment becomes true to you. Keep saying “Thank you,” and eventually, it becomes you. And when it becomes you, you start to see yourself more as the person you want to be.

Words only have as much power as you let them.

Start letting the good words be more powerful to who you are than the bad ones.

Tangles in Time

Posted on by Paul In The Buff

Her hair falls around her face
As she looks at me with a bow
Bashful and avoiding eyes look up at me
Such crystal blue eyes
Oceans, beautiful and calling
Begging the imagination to set sail
And explore the mysteries that they won't tell
Hiding the infinite beauty deep beneath their surface

But her coy smile reveals to me
Those thoughts her eyes might so bashfully try to hide
And her tangles of curls
Are an entrapment to my heart
Surrounding her face like an Egyptian frame
Professing the unspeakable beauty so rare to find
In this single moment, when two hearts bind

Love and desire clash as dance partners
Rhythmically moving to a beat that sets them in motion

To come together

To pull apart

To come together

A gravity urged by their desire to be beautiful together
To move in a synchronous ebb and flow
To spark a magic in the hearts that beat for each other
Close together

With bodies pressed tightly
A movement in harmony

This love

This balance

And in this single moment the discovery is made
She is the sun that warms a winter day
And the scent of spring blossoms that call to mind
Those youthful days of anxiously waiting for summer's release
She is the mist on morning skin
And the fire that burns within

And in this single moment
She is the Eden in the promises of lore
She is the rain that grants rebirth
She is ocean that covers my Earth
Crystal blue
She calls to me
And my imagination sets sail again

Love

Posted on by Paul In The Buff

I want to inspire you.

I want to sing with you.

I want to be your foundation.

I want to fly kites with you.

I want to pin you to a wall and kiss you until our lips are sore.

I want to cook breakfast for you.

I want I want to watch movies with you, then have to watch them again another night because we spent more time making out than watching.

I want to go kayaking with you.

I want hold you and listen to a thunder storm.

I want to run with you in the rain.

I want to lay with you in a warm, summer field.

I want to be all nerdy with you and talk about science.

I want to text you until 2AM when were apart.

I want to feel your touch.

I want to feel your breath on my neck.

I want to feel your weight on top of me.

I want to go shopping with you and make everyone in Wegman's laugh with us.

I want to teach you how to throw boomerangs.

I want you to never stop wanting to love me.