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Why we become Who we become

Hello world!

After wishing to feel the power of vulnerability as a strength, I was guided to below video, which gives an eye-popping, jaw-dropping demonstration of how vulnerability is a source of strength. And moving beyond that, it further illustrates how the people and events we had in our childhood strongly influence, if not altogether define, who we become.

Unlike the lady in the video, I never had a domineering parent, whom I had to resist or give into. However, where I relate to her is the issue of masculine energy. Until about 5 years ago when I suddenly dropped my obsessive regret for not being assigned a male gender at birth, I used to exude serious dose of masculine energy and ambition, especially at work and school. 🙂

However, the moment I dropped the obsession, a heavy weight seemed to drop off my shoulder just like it happens to the woman in the video. So now I am curious to find out what had influenced me to prefer male gender back then…. Very mysterious and interesting, isn’t it? 🙂

Anyway, please watch below video! I assure you that you will learn so many profound lessons, which you can immediately apply in your own life and make it more fulfilling.

Feel wonderful! 

Bella

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Thank You for Making Her…

And this is the KINDEST thing I have read on Quora. Asked a question “What is the sweetest thing you can say to a girl?”

Dushka Zapata answers:

After a tumultuous marriage and a difficult divorce my Dad sent my mom flowers every year on my birthday and would then call her to thank her for making me.

He did this every year from the day I was born until the day he died.

 

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Daddy, I Know Your Nickname

I would like to share the SWEETEST thing I have read on Quora. Chris Lynam answers to the question “What is the loveliest thing a child has ever said to you?”:

“My youngest, Violet (3), leans in and whispers, “Daddy, I know your nickname.” You know, the way kids whisper when they don’t need to but how parents should play along.

I’m putting on my make-believe Dad hat and whisper back.

Me: “What’s my nickname?”

She looks around like it’s a secret password and says, “It’s Chris.  Your nickname is Chris.”

I’m shocked. I had a tough enough time hearing my girls call me “Dad” instead of “Daddy”, but calling me by my “Name-name” is on another level.

Me: “Where did you hear that?”

Violet:  “At the dancing studio.  They all call you Chris Lynam.”

Me: “Really?”

Violet:  “Yeah.  And I have a nickname too.  It’s Violet Lynam. We have the same nickname Daddy. It’s just like yours”

My heart melts…”

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