In a world where everyone has an opinion but no one knows the truth

Our ideas about who we are, what we know and why we act the way we do

British playwright Tom Stoppard's Arcadia is a play of ideas that questions our understanding of the past and draw attention to the futility and necessity of knowledge for the human condition.
British playwright Tom Stoppard's Arcadia is a play of ideas that questions our understanding of the past and draw attention to the futility and necessity of knowledge for the human condition.
"It's wanting to know that makes us matter," one of the characters declares. The essence of the human spirit is an enquiring mind.
"It's wanting to know that makes us matter," one of the characters declares. The essence of the human spirit is an enquiring mind.
Chemistry's origins lie in the ancient pursuit of alchemy, which was tied in the public eyes with magic and the Devil. Intellectuals were regarded with the suspicion in the Middle Ages.
Chemistry's origins lie in the ancient pursuit of alchemy, which was tied in the public eyes with magic and the Devil. Intellectuals were regarded with the suspicion in the Middle Ages.
In the Middle Ages the people asked the question:"How much knowledge is too much?" Today we compete against each to gain as much knowledge as we can.
In the Middle Ages the people asked the question:"How much knowledge is too much?" Today we compete against each to gain as much knowledge as we can.
The playwright Alma De Groen thinks the survival of the fittest is a social phenomenon as her play 'Wicked sisters' explores not only cutting edge research but delves into research ethics...
The playwright Alma De Groen thinks the survival of the fittest is a social phenomenon as her play 'Wicked sisters' explores not only cutting edge research but delves into research ethics...
blackmail and intellectual theft. It is so easy to compete on a computer screen. The question is, why we act the way do.
blackmail and intellectual theft. It is so easy to compete on a computer screen. The question is, why we act the way do.
World-renowned chemists Carl Djerassi and Roald Hoffmann proved chemistry and poetry are not far removed by creating 'Oxygen'.
World-renowned chemists Carl Djerassi and Roald Hoffmann proved chemistry and poetry are not far removed by creating 'Oxygen'.
In a hypothetical struggle to award a Nobel prize to the discoverer of oxygen, they ask: 'Do you deserve credit if you do not understand the meaning of what you find or fail to tell anyone?
In a hypothetical struggle to award a Nobel prize to the discoverer of oxygen, they ask: 'Do you deserve credit if you do not understand the meaning of what you find or fail to tell anyone?
My countryman writer, Karel Capek explored the questions: 'Could an artificial human be mistaken for a real person? What makes us 'real'? in his early play that introduced the word 'robot'.
My countryman writer, Karel Capek explored the questions: 'Could an artificial human be mistaken for a real person? What makes us 'real'? in his early play that introduced the word 'robot'.
'I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.' William Blake famously has written, but what is that 'spirit' that always picks us up?
'I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.' William Blake famously has written, but what is that 'spirit' that always picks us up?
Is our faith that help to motivate us the work of divine or the result of activity deep within our brains?
Is our faith that help to motivate us the work of divine or the result of activity deep within our brains?
Sometimes hope is the only thing we have left. The triumph of hope over our struggling for survival, the triumph of hope over experience.
Sometimes hope is the only thing we have left. The triumph of hope over our struggling for survival, the triumph of hope over experience.
The belief that the future will be much better than the past and present abides us all. It abides in every race, region and socioeconomic level.
The belief that the future will be much better than the past and present abides us all. It abides in every race, region and socioeconomic level.
Adults over 60 are just as likely to see the glass half full as young adults.
Adults over 60 are just as likely to see the glass half full as young adults.
Our optimism doesn't erode under the tide of news about violent conflicts, high unemployment, tornadoes and floods and all the threats and failures that shape human life.
Our optimism doesn't erode under the tide of news about violent conflicts, high unemployment, tornadoes and floods and all the threats and failures that shape human life.
Collectively we can grow pessimistic but private optimism about our personal future remains incredibly resilient. Although it can lead to disastrous miscalculations it also protects, inspires us and keeps us moving forward.
Collectively we can grow pessimistic but private optimism about our personal future remains incredibly resilient. Although it can lead to disastrous miscalculations it also protects, inspires us and keeps us moving forward.
Without optimism our ancestors might never have ventured far from their tribes and we might all be cave dwellers still huddled together and dreaming of light and heat.
Without optimism our ancestors might never have ventured far from their tribes and we might all be cave dwellers still huddled together and dreaming of light and heat.
Our brain is hardwired for hope. Our memories are susceptible to inaccuracies as the core function of our memory system is not designed to perfectly reply past events but to flexibly construct future scenarios in our mind.
Our brain is hardwired for hope. Our memories are susceptible to inaccuracies as the core function of our memory system is not designed to perfectly reply past events but to flexibly construct future scenarios in our mind.
Once people start imagining the future, even the most banal life events seem to take a dramatic turn for the better. Optimism starts with our mental time travel.
Once people start imagining the future, even the most banal life events seem to take a dramatic turn for the better. Optimism starts with our mental time travel.
Our capacity to envision a different time and place is critical to our survival. It allows us to plan ahead, to save food and resources for times of scarcity and to endure hard work in anticipation of a future reward.
Our capacity to envision a different time and place is critical to our survival. It allows us to plan ahead, to save food and resources for times of scarcity and to endure hard work in anticipation of a future reward.
We all know that somewhere in the future death awaits for us all, but we do not despair because of our irrational optimism. Knowledge of death emerges side by side in our mind with the persistent ability to picture a bright future.
We all know that somewhere in the future death awaits for us all, but we do not despair because of our irrational optimism. Knowledge of death emerges side by side in our mind with the persistent ability to picture a bright future.
Our brain tends to engage in positive types of thoughts. When we do contemplate defeat and heartache, we tend to focus on how these can be avoided.
Our brain tends to engage in positive types of thoughts. When we do contemplate defeat and heartache, we tend to focus on how these can be avoided.
People with severe depression expect things to be worse that they end up being. People with mild depression are relatively accurate when predicting future events. They see the world as it is.
People with severe depression expect things to be worse that they end up being. People with mild depression are relatively accurate when predicting future events. They see the world as it is.
The problem with pessimistic expectations is that they have the power to alter the future in negative way. A brain doesn't expect good results and will fail to learn from its mistake so it is less likely to improve over the time.
The problem with pessimistic expectations is that they have the power to alter the future in negative way. A brain doesn't expect good results and will fail to learn from its mistake so it is less likely to improve over the time.
Expectations become self-fulfilling by altering our performance and actions, which ultimately affects what happens in the future.
Expectations become self-fulfilling by altering our performance and actions, which ultimately affects what happens in the future.
Often, however, expectations simply transform the way we perceive the world without altering reality itself. We do find the silver lining in every storm cloud.
Often, however, expectations simply transform the way we perceive the world without altering reality itself. We do find the silver lining in every storm cloud.
Our brain is wired to place high value on the events we encounter and put FAITH in its own decisions.  When forced to between two adverse options or two desirable alternatives we struggle to make the right decision.
Our brain is wired to place high value on the events we encounter and put FAITH in its own decisions. When forced to between two adverse options or two desirable alternatives we struggle to make the right decision.
But once we make our minds, something MIRACULOUS happens. We view the chosen offer as better as we did before and conclude that the other option was not that great after all.
But once we make our minds, something MIRACULOUS happens. We view the chosen offer as better as we did before and conclude that the other option was not that great after all.
This affirmation of our decision helps us derive heightened pleasure from choices that might actually be neutral.
This affirmation of our decision helps us derive heightened pleasure from choices that might actually be neutral.
Without this our lives might well be filled with second-guessing. We would find ourselves stuck, overcome by indecision and unable to move forward.
Without this our lives might well be filled with second-guessing. We would find ourselves stuck, overcome by indecision and unable to move forward.
Yet optimism is also irrational and can lead to unwanted outcome. How can we remain hopeful, benefiting from the fruit of optimism, while at the same time guarding ourselves from its pitfalls?
Yet optimism is also irrational and can lead to unwanted outcome. How can we remain hopeful, benefiting from the fruit of optimism, while at the same time guarding ourselves from its pitfalls?
Knowledge is key. Once we are made aware of our optimistic illusions, we can act to protect ourselves. And yet, we know that not everything we are able to explain and often our intuition, our sixth sense helps us to strike a balance to find our way.
Knowledge is key. Once we are made aware of our optimistic illusions, we can act to protect ourselves. And yet, we know that not everything we are able to explain and often our intuition, our sixth sense helps us to strike a balance to find our way.
Every now and then, a person manages to channel the vitality of youth that undefinable, natural, unprocessed HOPE, full of possibility and filled with anticipation for an endless future. And we cling to them as our lives depend on them...and they do.
Every now and then, a person manages to channel the vitality of youth that undefinable, natural, unprocessed HOPE, full of possibility and filled with anticipation for an endless future. And we cling to them as our lives depend on them...and they do.

'Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life' -Sophocles



What do you want to believe?”

Mariah asks herself,

looking at her wedding ring:

That a symbol of a perfect marriage

is an endless circle.”

Her husband calls and she closes her eyes.

She believes in him,

she sees him,

already

rushing to come back home to her.

He hangs up without saying good-bye.

Five years passes

until she realises,

he never held her hands,

never asked her what she wanted,

never stared into her eyes.

She can't talk

about the way

he could not look

her

in the eye

when leaving her for someone else.

Contrary to what she believed in,

a divorce is final in six weeks,

as if all the time in between,

means nothing,

the feelings

slowly dwindling

to the point,

where

they can be scattered

with one angry breath.

You should believe in miracles,”

her mother tells Mariah,

tells her to loosen up,

but the last time,

she did,

she nearly came apart.

Mariah imagines her life,

neatly slotted and tabled,

with everything

still in place,

her fervent intent,

to not turn

into her mother

with approaching age.


But today,

due to circumstances

beyond her control,

she has entirely too much time

on her hands.

Her mother raises her eyebrows,

Mariah just shrugs.

They are like that,

speaking without words,

knowing each other so well.

Maybe like eye colour,

and bone structure,

miracles are passed down

through bloodlines,

Mariah muses,

feeling something

indescribable,

as her mother,

unexpectedly,

laces her fingers,

through hers.


Circles in her head,

who is she?

Compulsive and idealistic,

rejection sensitive,

poor self-confidence,

a tendency to overcompensate

and to catastrophize...


You can't change yourself overnight,”

she hears her mother's voice,

again,

she knew,

what Mariah was thinking about.

It was a small ball

of cells

inside her,

made her aware,

she is not alone.

She named her Faith,

because

she badly

needed something to believe in.

And yet,

for whatever reason,

being a mother,

herself,

never came easily to her.

Motherhood

should descend naturally,

a little painful,

a little awe-inspiring,

but part of her,

now,

for better and for worse.

She wonders

often,

if other mothers

feel a deep tug

in their insides,

watching their children

grow up

into the people

they themselves

wanted so badly to be.

And yet,

she says to herself:

Faith should have gotten

someone else as a mother,

someone who was good at this sort of things.”


Don't you know by now,

that raising a child is always a work in progress?”

Her mother must know,

how close she is to falling apart.

I want to grow old and be like you, the best one, you are.”

Mariah says softly to her mother.

She was sad once

that her mind

made her believe

something

that wasn't true.


She doubted herself,

once,

she was not a person

to love,

to him,

She wraps her arms,

around Faith

waiting for her breathing

to level,

before she let herself fall asleep.

Maybe this time,

she can do it.

Somewhere between

belief and doubt

lies faith.

Faith is the substance of things

hoped for

the evidence of things not seen.

What are you willing to believe?”

Mariah asks her ex-husband,

I had been waiting my whole life for this first time

with a man who knew me better that I knew myself.”

She reaches towards him,

but not expecting magic this time:

Falling in love has little to do with wanting someone,

it is much more enticing to me to be wanted,

and yet it never occurred to me that you were interested

in what you could make me into,

instead of what I already was.”


You were my wife. I loved you.

But, almost overnight

you became someone,

I didn't recognise,”

The light reflecting off his face,

this man has his reasons

for starting a custody battle over his child:

And now it's like history is repeating itself.

My little girl isn't acting like my little girl anymore,

I can't stand this happening again.”


You can't have her, she is mine.”

Her words are as quiet as the night,

the person who got lost,

in their story

is their child.


For seven,

Faith knows a lot of things,

she has learnt enough

of the world

to realise,

that the only way to leave your mark

is to speak and act like grown-ups.

She knows that truth

can cause a sharp pain

behind your eyes

and that love sometimes

feels

like a fist around your throat.


When her mother looks up,

Faith thinks,

that she has never

in life

seen anything so sad.

She walks out of the room,

leaving Faith to wonder,

once again,

what miracle might keep

her mother close by.

The sting of feeling unwanted

by her dad.

Why did he run away, leaving her behind?

She seeks solace in her new friend,

who may or may not be imaginary.

What are you willing to believe?

She asks her parents,

who are not ready to listen,

but the hope-hungry world is.

Suddenly, her life is questioned

by the media,

the medical professionals,

the organised religions,

by atheists,

everyone has an opinion

but no one knows the truth.

She is just a child,

but she knows that

the best way to catch a butterfly

was not to chase it at all,

but to remain still,

that it made the choice

to light on your shoulder.

The power of healing,

they believe

she possess,

comes from inside her,

it is possible to die of grief,

so why can't someone by healed by hope and love?

But grown-ups around her can't see it.

She challenged them to think about their own beliefs,

and their never-ending questions

make no sense in her world:

How can we be spiritual without being religious?”

If Christianity was grafted onto the tree of Judaism,

how to draw a line in the sand,

where 'us' start and 'them' finish, based on beliefs?”


What if what you believe isn't as important as that you believe at all?”

An atheist argues: “ I have never believed that spirit comes from religion.

Everything can be explained, there is no divinity.”

I want my daughter to be safe. I want her to be mine.

Mariah keeps her voice up,

realising for the first time,

she can not let herself be steamrolled,

again,

by people and circumstances beyond her control:

Just for here, just for now, maybe we could give

each other the benefit of the doubt.”


The atheist wraps his arms around her,

still amazed by the lull of peace,

inside him now.

The thought catches him unawares,

pulls the world out from beneath his feet,

someone close enough to truly touch him

and suddenly he is ready to believe in divinity.

This is love. A place where people,

who have been alone may lock together,

spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection.

A place you go willingly, and with wonder...

and he knows,

you can believe something really hard

and still be wrong.

There is more to a person than a body and a mind.

A spirit that hints you might one day be greater,

stronger than you are now...

There are moments that open up your life

like a walnut cracked,

that change your point of view

so that you never look at things the same way again.

There are moments in your life when boundaries break down

and when the only step to take is a leap of faith.

Who listens when a 7-year-old girl has something important to say?

We don't have to accept each other's beliefs,

but we have to accept each other's right to believe them.

People have to decide for themselves upon a foundation

to balance the argument of belief and disbelief.

People have to accept that each foundation is so filled with shades of grey

that even the objective observers doubt the ability to see clearly.

There is room for doubt in every corner....except for love.


Who listens when a 7-year-old girl has something important to say?

Her mum's ears are wide open, now.

She can feel her daughter's eyes on her,

like the sun that touches the crown of her head,

when she steps outside.

She looks into her daughter's face and see accidents waiting to happen.

And then her vision would clear and she would see only love,

a well so deep that you could try and never know the bottom,

but only suck in your breath at its frightening depth.

She looks into her daughter's face and see her healing powers diminishing,

but Faith doesn't mind, she has her mother at her side.


Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

Beautiful work. The part about the seven year old girl got my attention because I have a seven year old daughter who is trying to understand why I'm not living at home with she, my son and their Mother. It's sad... I have a few pieces I've written that is along the same lines as this but I felt somewhat inadequate as I read yours. You bring us right into Mariah's mind and make us feel her struggles.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubber, I was once that seven-years old girl as well, when my parents have fought the custody battle and their personal battles of revenge and hate as well. At the end I end up living with my Grandmother and lost both of them as they decided to start afresh again and make new families of their own. I have plenty half siblings and took me ages to reconcile with my parents and realise that there is nothing wrong with me...I was just in the middle of the storm, born in the wrong place, wrong time and to wrong parents...

Talk to your daughter honestly and listen to her with open heart and mind, dear friend, especially for daughters, the future mothers it is important to know that they haven't been born from hate but love....

I write about my experience on my more personal blog, that I include for your interest: http://universaland particular.wordpress.com


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

Luckily I am able to see she and my son quite often. She is fully aware of the conflicts between her mother and I but we no longer argue in front of the children. And.... I have not filed for a divorce. I've been separated for over three years and have decided to let it stay as it is until there is a good reason to end it. I do not want the troubles and hurt that a divorce can bring. Things are stable and for that I am glad. She knows I love her... I will check your blog soon... keep writing... you are very talented.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubber, it is good to share experiences, it makes us stronger and someone else can learn from them as well:) I am very happy that you both put your children first, once they will be very grateful to you both for that:)


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina

This was beautiful, touching and filled with many truths, but the one I liked best was, "Every now and then, a person manages to channel the vitality of youth that undefinable, natural, unprocessed HOPE, full of possibility and filled with anticipation for an endless future. And we cling to them as if our lives depend on them...and they do."


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber and 'happy nurse' as well:) I am happy that you have found the time to visit me and I am very grateful for your encouraging comment. Yes, I believe that also and sometimes we need to say it many times to be aware how precious those little people are for us:)


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Leptirela 5 years ago from I don't know half the time

thank you for sharing with us such beautiful work.

voted up


THAT Mary Ann 5 years ago

So much beauty here and so much pain as well. I almost feel like an "intruder" stepping inside these people's lives as I read it.


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marcoujor 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

Beata,

This was a slow and intimate read-- the pictures were an exquisite and poignant accompaniment. Thank you for sharing your past and so lovely to see the beautiful woman you have become.

Voted UP & UAB-- have a very good day, mar.


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Jean Bakula 5 years ago from New Jersey

Beata,

That was so beautiful, expressing emotions we all feel, but may not speak about or know how to say. I lost both my parents in my 20's & 30's, and still think of them everyday. Being a Mother is so hard, sometimes I think you feel every pain of your child even more than they do. I have only one adult son, and still feel like he's the little one I once had to protect, even though he's a 2nd degree black belt in karate and is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Or so it seems, until I see the quiver in his lip, or the little tick he gets in his left eye when he's really nervous. We all do the best we can as parents. We should tell them the truth. But do we know the truth? Not always. So I like that you say we should give each other the benefit of the doubt. I think we model our marriages on our parent's one without realizing it. I'm going through a rough patch myself, so may be writing some poetry next too! You did a wonderful job, I have tears running down my face!


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Jean Bakula 5 years ago from New Jersey

Hi, it's Jean again. I loved Keeping Faith, and the way the author kept us wondering if Faith really saw something nobody else could see, or not. Your commments under the pictures say almost as much as your poem! I believe children "see" things older people miss, they are very psychic, but are taught to block it out. I want to believe in life, that it gets better. Marriage is so much harder, as we come into it with expectations that change as we change with the years, sometimes not together. But both parents love their children. Jodi Picoult is a brave writer, Second Glance is another of my favorites. Keep up the good work!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

My dear fellow hubbers, I have to honestly say that I didn't like this book at the start as it took me to dark places, from which I desperately trying to get out..but I have persisted and was awarded for it. The book, like it is with many great books opened a new door and get me thinking on my beliefs the way I have not done before:) Thank you for acknowledging my effort, I am very happy that my words touched you...there is nothing more any writer can ask for:)

Dear Jean, I feel very blessed, through my gift of writing many people open their hearts to me without knowing me personally and I feel very privileged to get to know so many beautiful people in a way I would never ever managed to do without my words:) Life is not easy we all face obstacles in our lives and struggle to find the way out....one way is to connect and learn from experiences of others...share their wisdom and their triumphs and their pain...Jodi Picoult is a brave writer I agree but you are a brave person and I am very happy to meet you...here on our hubpages...all the best from Beata


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Gary Shorthouse 5 years ago from Reading, UK

Awesome - truly awesome - I can say no more, thank you.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

That is enough, Gary, thank you:)


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Chatkath 5 years ago from California

This is amazing Beata - Your writing has incredible depth - I especially like "Sometimes hope is the only thing we have left. The triumph of hope over our struggling for survival, the triumph of hope over experience". The entire piece really inspires one to think. Good job, you are very talented!!!!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

I think the credit has to go to the author, because she is the one who made me think with her writing:) Thank you Chatkah, happy that my reflection inspires...that all I wish for:)


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Paula Andrea, MA 5 years ago from www.mode of cosmic therapy.com

I can feel the undulating passion moving through your veins. You are filled to the brim with creative expression! I enjoy your message. It matters.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear Paula, I have those creative moments I feel the strong urge to express myself...I am very happy it matters what I write about....all the best with your hubbing:)


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puddingicecream 5 years ago from United States

Wow -- you're so talented in communicating such strong emotions. Voted up for awesome and beautiful. Keep it up!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear new follower, it easy to write about something you strongly believe in:)


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Terishere 5 years ago

Hi Beata, very strong read! There were many parts I liked and could connect to... And I also can relate to your one comment "My dear fellow hubbers, I have to honestly say that I didn't like this book at the start as it took me to dark places, from which I desperately trying to get out..but I have persisted and was awarded for it. "

Voted up! and a new follower...

Terri


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Terishere, love reading books and once I get the book in my hands I feel obliged to persist as I always think about the authors, how much blood and sweat and effort they surely put into writing ...I just need to read it and 99 percent I am happy that I didn't give up....in today's world we don't like things that don't come easily to us and yet the most valuable and unforgettable things are those we need to struggle to get....happy to have a new 'hubber-friend' :)


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jimagain 4 years ago from Hattiesburg, Mississippi

Very much intruiging. I appreciate how this juxtaposed the wold we live in with a world that can only be seen through faith, much as a child 'see's. I appreciate the title, certainly applicable to the world we live in where everyone has an opinion but not always the truth. Perception so often colors the way we see the 'facts'.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks, jumagain, you summon it up nicely, thank you for taking your time to stop by and hope it was useful in some way:)


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Brian Burton 4 years ago

Lot of emotions in this and they really come out. The divorce was very well written and touched me as did many other parts. Very good.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Brian, I believe Jodi Picoult is the master in describing this difficult issues...as many children of our times my life started with divorce...as my parents decided to separate the day I was born and never reconciled, even on death bed they hold grudges against each other....they looked for answers whole day lives...I have found the answer to their unhappiness the day my Father died...


Harsheen K. 4 years ago

Beautiful hub and very very amazing pics:)

And, thanx for the invite!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks for stopping by, my new fellow hubber and happy your visit was worthwhile, looking forward to hear from you again:)


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sabrani44 4 years ago

Great hub, so many emotions were conveyed here. Keep up the good work!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I will try, dear 'sabrani', I will try:) And many, many thanks for your encouragement, it helps me to keep going on and writing more...


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MarleneB 4 years ago from Northern California, USA

There is such passion in your writing. I enjoy reading your hubs. I especially identify with your statement, "Expectations become self-fulfilling by altering our performance and actions, which ultimately affects what happens in the future." So true!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

So happy, Marlene, that my writings are useful for you, there is nothing more a writer can ask for you:) B


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Chris Achilleos 4 years ago

What an awesome and beautiful hub Beata, my favorite part is ".. There are moments in your life when boundaries break down and when the only step to take is a leap of faith. Who listens when a 7-year-old girl has something important to say? We don't have to accept each other's beliefs, but we have to accept each other's right to believe them". It is very important to accept other peoples right to believe in what they do, even if such beliefs differ to your own. Voted up, beautiful and awesome!

Thank you for the follow Beata. Looking forward to reading more of your work.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much, Chris for accepting my invitation and very happy that your visit was worthwhile, hopefully you stop by again:)

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