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	<title>Comments on: Women</title>
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		<title>By: fallenangel65</title>
		<link>http://meditationsonmeaning.com/2007/11/18/woman/#comment-21155</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 16:24:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I completely understand never being in the moment with someone, always either being in the past or the future but never the ‘now’.  

There is a part of me that likes the ‘what if’.  What if he’s likes me, what if he thinks of me as a woman, not one of the guys, what if he thinks about me and thinks ‘what if’, what if he’s the one.

So many what ifs and they make me smile, make sigh, make long for something more than what I ever allow myself, make me want, want to connect.  

I never do.  I just like the what if too much to have the answer and no longer have the question.  I don’t need the answer to be complete, to be happy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I completely understand never being in the moment with someone, always either being in the past or the future but never the ‘now’.  </p>
<p>There is a part of me that likes the ‘what if’.  What if he’s likes me, what if he thinks of me as a woman, not one of the guys, what if he thinks about me and thinks ‘what if’, what if he’s the one.</p>
<p>So many what ifs and they make me smile, make sigh, make long for something more than what I ever allow myself, make me want, want to connect.  </p>
<p>I never do.  I just like the what if too much to have the answer and no longer have the question.  I don’t need the answer to be complete, to be happy.</p>
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		<title>By: Anamika</title>
		<link>http://meditationsonmeaning.com/2007/11/18/woman/#comment-19196</link>
		<dc:creator>Anamika</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:16:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful! That is all there is to life, this moment. 
"It is so easy to be complex, and so difficult to be simple."
I had been delaying my meditation course for one reason or another. But after reading your experiences, I am going to go ahead with my course. 
Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful! That is all there is to life, this moment.<br />
&#8220;It is so easy to be complex, and so difficult to be simple.&#8221;<br />
I had been delaying my meditation course for one reason or another. But after reading your experiences, I am going to go ahead with my course.<br />
Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: mysoul</title>
		<link>http://meditationsonmeaning.com/2007/11/18/woman/#comment-19184</link>
		<dc:creator>mysoul</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 07:03:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I actually sighed as I read this.. a long sigh of longing, of knowing that somethings will never be, of knowing that there are people I will think of but can never share a piece of me, of knowing that a piece of me isnt as important as knowing that loving, caring, sharing happens without me being part of it, of knowing that in spite of it I am happy. So I sighed, a totally inappropriate response, now that I look back.

Thank you for writing this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I actually sighed as I read this.. a long sigh of longing, of knowing that somethings will never be, of knowing that there are people I will think of but can never share a piece of me, of knowing that a piece of me isnt as important as knowing that loving, caring, sharing happens without me being part of it, of knowing that in spite of it I am happy. So I sighed, a totally inappropriate response, now that I look back.</p>
<p>Thank you for writing this.</p>
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