Radical Acceptance Kindle Novels & Stories

“You’re a fighter. It’d be easy for you to say, ‘My father neglected me my entire childhood, so screw him.’ Instead you’re here, fightin’ to have a real relationship with him. “Because you’re accepting. You don’t try to change people. You accept your dad for who he is now. And his feelin’s for Gemma never made you seriously question his feelin’s for you. Mostly, the accepting thing gets to me because you get me, the real me and accept me for who I am. You’ve taught me to accept myself. I’ve never thought I was worthy of the kind of love you’ve given me. And I want to spend the rest of my life lovin’ you, givin’ it back, times ten.”

MAKE UP Acceptance. An easy word to speak, a hard one to do. And what makes it harder is the fact that you don’t want to accept it. You resist that certain force to accept what is presented to you. As for me, that is what is happening. I am trying my best to try to convince myself to accept the reality but it just wouldn’t work. Every time I think about it—every time I think about her—everything in me just repulses. Like every cell in my body hates me for even considering the idea of accepting her into the family.

I don't like the idea of it. I shut my eyes tightly as the pain swelled inside me, a tumultuous blend of every bitter emotion one could endure. Maybe, just maybe, this rejection was a painful redirection toward something more meaningful. I yearned to convince myself that everything would be fine, but the pain felt utterly overwhelming and insurmountable. 'We weren't molded just to cry over a spoilt bond, Emerald. Our life doesn't end here,' Diamond, my wolf, reminded me. Diamond looked vulnerable and heartbroken, but she was logical enough to think on the brighter side. She was right. Being rejected doesn't mean an end to our existence.

I said simply. After the marking ceremony, Luna was supposed to move into the central packhouse. If he assumed that was why I was packing, I let him think so. He relaxed a little and then added, "It's not that I'm leaving you out, but Hazel's never been outside the pack before... "By the way, the Alpha King gave us one guaranteed spot at Emory University. Let Hazel have it, will you? There will be more spots next year. I'll put your name down then."

knowledge-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Life works in two ways: when life throws pebbles at you, either you accept it and move on, or you stand there rigid, ready to fight until the pebbles stop being thrown at you. Am I making sense here? No, not! I didn't stop there to weep or to scold myself again; I just ran away. With too many people trying to take a glance at you, shrieking, your soul can be contaminated in an instant.

Once again, Raffy seemed to have read Ciel's thoughts as he squeezed Ciel's balled fist. "I hope you can see that there is nothing wrong with being recessive, with being you. You're fine the way you are, Ciel. So please, please learn to accept who you really are. Learn to love it and embrace it. Because only then can you finally let go of all the hate, anger, and sadness that has been etched in your heart. And only then can you learn to fully accept Maverick not just as your pair, but as someone who genuinely loves you; only then will you have no fear anymore to open your heart for him, let him in, and allow him to have his permanent space inside it."

He’s usually in a cranky mood when he gets those headaches, so him being this cheerful is a one in a million episode. I bid Dean goodbye and make my way to the Alpha’s office with one of dad’s cars—a good old Rav4. It’s not too far from home, and I’d like to see around the pack, too. This time, I will definitely make him accept my rejection. --CC_GN--

Create logic that no one can reject. Not ever again. Beg for a place to be understood. Humble is being kind. Humble is not to beg right away. Get yourself accepted by your mind, by your deeds. Not any other way. Not any other way. You put reasons in your mind. Think better each day. You improve. That’s sports for you. Play it each day. No other sports playing or watching is real in any way. Amen. You do not count your words. You value them. You say. You speak to be heard. Don’t beg for a better place in hearts. You win your space. You win your place.

She did not feel protected. She felt accompanied. And that, she realized, was the difference between endurance and intimacy. Acceptance was not surrender. It was consent renewed with eyes open. And in choosing it, Lillian felt something steady take root. Not certainty. Trust. Which, after everything they had lived through, felt like the most radical choice of all.