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Rationalizing the NumeratorRelationships in this modern world seem to be a short lived thing, not usually lasting more than a few months, with true love becoming rarer and rarer. Why is it so? Our generation is a rash one, running into things headlong without giving it a second thought. But ah, is not love just the need to be held by someone, to be with them? While that may be true, to make a relationship work, a rational aspect has to be present as well. The irrational elements to avoid are radically changing yourself, unrealistic expectations and a belief that it will all just work without any effort.
While in a relationship, one has to change themselves to fit with the other party. It’s normal, as it would be impossible for differences to not exist between people, and overcoming these differences will make the relationship more stable. However, there are certain traits about yourself that just makes you, you. These qualities are a fundamental part of yourself, and if they are required to change,
Habitual ObsessionOld habits die hard
But maybe they didn't really die.
Maybe I just ran from them for long enough
I thought they were dead.
And I slowed down,
I took a breath,
And they're right back again.
Staring me in the face,
But you won't notice they're back.
Each time 'round
I learn more.
I learn that they'll never die.
I'll never outrun them.
I might as well hide them.
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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