Cold-harded-snake

Pride is a fickle friend. A cold hearted person is still,

A person. Most important, cannot be forced into love.

Ugh.

Patience is a virtue, after all. Persistence is its ugly sister, I suppose. I have said it a millions times, it is near to impossible to squeeze blood from a turnip. Yet, many have tried. Most have failed. But,

Not everyone.

A cold-hearted snake has more intent than he is willing to admit hidden below the surface. Contrarily, even the icy-est has a warm spot, a soft spot.

A cold-hearted snake may want to admit failings, and over time realizes chipping away at his own truth is a below zero exercise in frozen-ness. Coupled with the inability to flexibly change, and the rigidity becomes rigoramortus before the time- stamped on the death certificate.

What a way to live. Challenging yet cold erosion of intrudable circumstances, situations and opportunities gone mad and opportunities gone bad. The secrets buried in the hollow of the core somehow hold the cold more and more.

A golden mathematical equation such as 111+222+4444+1111= LOVE!

But.

In order to get to a point of forgiveness of past misgivings and prosperous new beginnings one must assert to the warmth of another, even in the most difficult of times, moments, minutes and hours.

A soul mate requires a soul.

A cold-hearted snake becomes cold-harded and it’s over?

Not exactly, patterns have a way of “coming back around”…….

like a circular wheel of misfortune. Good fortune awaits in the form of who knows what or who knows who. When, Not precisely. Maybe, not logically, too.

Intuition guides the vulnerable in ways never imagined. There is no such thing as perfect love. Heartache comes in all shapes and sizes.

Priorities of others ensure we will get it right tomorrow even if we flub up today. And we will flub up again. Lack of communication is the usual culprit of a divided mind.

But.

Never of a divided heart. Why?

At the end of a long day.

A heart matters.

We avoid confrontation because it is uncomfortable. What is so wrong with this? Well, stress eats away at our better senses and we are left holding the bag—someone’s bag of bones.

In these modern times, we are inundated with non-stop messages and our brains have little time to process what is going on around us. We focus only to be too focused on our own noodles.(🧠)

Wrong. Answer.

We feel especially righteous when we dupe our fellow man. How foolish we can be and fool heartedly continue as cold-harded to dupe the self and others into thinking all is right in the world.

If there is enough to go around, than how come there is not enough to go around?

Time will tell because it always does tell,

The truth from a lie. Why? There is an actual truth that it is more difficult to remember a lie than it is a truth.

No lie!😏

In the meantime, the lie gets stretched beyond comprehension, but because we are so distracted and busy, we keep piling on it like, well ice. Freezing the truth does not make it go away.

We look to another in the eye, searching for a sign. Of happiness, sadness, something to guide and lead us to our next adventurous endeavor. We really are bored with the same old same old and wouldn’t someone or something new be so much more exciting…..

No.

Plowing through the mundane is not for the weak or weak-minded. When we give up nothing is gained. The truth may “out us” annd prove our own persistence was what pushed us over the edge in attempt to seek a justice that would never come.

The best ability is availability.

If we do not show our true colors once in awhile, how is one to know what another may need?

The self-centered snake withdraws more into the self, the gut, the core, and for those circling its orbit, it becomes icy terrain to navigate. Friends are truth and friends tell us to take a hike when we are being unreasonable. The astute soul is able to cut through the crap with the precision of a surgical knife.

We are not talking about mere skepticism or doubt or suspicious thoughts.

When the stonewall and the shut-down come head to head, like a two headed cobra, it can be knives out and blood everywhere. There are no excuses in the world that can tame a cold-hearted snake. It is what it is.

Many a cold-hearted snake was born in a childhood of expectations and personal goals of the toddler who says “mine” and was never righted or taught the metrics of success—of a life well lived with a balance of “yeses”, “nos” Avoidance and the void of a healthy connection is denied.

IE: Blood from a turnip.

Some folks skate by for a lifetime of arm’s length existences at the hands (and arms) of others. The transactional nature of their relationships ensured that vulnerability and emotion is dismissed.

What a way to live. A sneakier way to go through the motions and emotions of day to day life.

Where is the cold-hearted snake? Slithering here and there. The good news. Yes. A snake has a heart—a three-chambered heart to be exact. Contrary to what we assume, the heart of a snake is positioned not in the tail, but closer to the head. However, depending upon the snake, it may be located one-third to one-fourth of its length caudal to the head. Sometimes near the gallbladder.

So. Where is all this snake-talk going?

Well. In the interest of anti-slithering.

Up.

Not down.

Up.

We chip away and chip away long enough, the sunlight will get in. Honestly.

The SAD will be sad no more. We can only blame genetics for so long before even that argument wanes of its reasonableness.

He. Is as cold as ice.

She. is as cold as ice.

Chip away long enough and warmth returns and replaces all the bickering, snickering and opposing viewpoints.

Hidden below the surface is a good person just waiting to be,

Good.

More valuable than principle, more valuable than the principal.

Doing the next right thing, is the next right thing.

Try it!

You’ll like it!

No lie☺️.