Stuck In The Mud by Eddietia Crooks (best self help books to read .TXT) 📕

I once knew a woman stuck in the mud! The more she tossed and turned, the further she dug. She yelled and scream, she beat her fist. She pleaded the need for someone to assist. She plotted and schemed. She pulled at her hair. But because she was stuck, no body else cared. She didn't understand why she stuck, was it because of fate or simply bad luck! Had she forgot by choice, she traveled this road ? No one had force her, free will she would hold. She asked this old woman wise in her ways. How did u know to stay away from this hole!? The old woman looked down at her amazed. Well my sweet girl at the beginning of life, it's all a maze! We turn left we turn right we knew not the next day. We should pour hot tea and future gaze. The stuck woman laughed. And shook her head in dismay. Future gazing can't be real, it can't be the way. Explain herself u silly old witch. Yes said the old lady but who's in the bad fix. I will show u one time only, how to come out of this ditch. But in order to come out, you have to let go. Let go of the things u once thought u knew! Let go of the old things, and reach for the new, self pride and self judgment,and don't forget fear! That mud you are stuck in is simply not there. This world you know of is full of illusions and Self made despair. The stuck lady spoke softly. Holding her head down. I still don't quite get it could u brake some more down? The old woman quickly responded: you are in the lowest state in which you are stuck, work on your way of thinking, which is a must! You can't relate to your self if within yourself you can't find trust. only Masters had the belief we where Animals and such..we became Hannibal the Cannibal and lost our sense of touch. The things in your heart displays on the screen of life. The trouble the fear, the chaos the strife. The worries and doubts will even change your atmosphere. And this mud that covers you is symbolic my dear. Well.... said the young the lady; the mud is up to my ear! Hum said the old woman, its not the mud its the truth you don't wish to hear! A long brake of silences fail over her face until the idea of transformation fell into place. She stared out into the world and saw empty space. And within herself she fill in the empty blanks! She dreamed of a better life and how it would be, if the mud wasn't there , she could live her life free! I give up I give up! She shouted aloud! I want to be free.. I give away self doubts, I give away my pity pleads, I give away hatred, I give away my dis ease. I give away strife, I give away the mask I hide behind, and find the real me ...and with those words spoken she let herself free. No more bondage no more fear. Thank old woman, I can see everything clear. But when the young lady looked for the ole woman it came to light ! She was a reflection of her own insight! She was her later in age for the mud was symbolic of her own grave.. Young women, change your minds, your and your life will change!

Publication Date: 10-25-2010

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