Our truest favor:
it's funny as I think about all the things that have never worked for me throughout life, the thoughts and habits that haven't made me happy in anyway, or worse, have contributed to a great deal of discomfort, and too often, no small amount of sorrow. Yet, it seems, I have clung to such ideas with passion, defending them to myself and others even as I knew the truth of what they offered.
and I really have no idea why.
my guess is that I believed that they were somehow part me, an identity that, for better or worse, defined me in what I considered an important way. And of course they did - but only because I allowed them to do so, giving these thoughts the power to prove my own world view. However unhappy they might seem to make me. I believed every story that I told about myself, embraced every lie that I thought, and gave myself permission to suffer these illusions.
and not a single one of them were true.
ever.
not really.
these days I find myself smiling more, deeply and sincere. I'm kinder to myself, and I'm honest with my own self-assessment now. None of these thoughts, opinions, or beliefs, not of myself nor any other, are even close to being true.
not a single one.
they're just stories that we tell.
so often that we believe they're real.
but they're not.
we can see right through our illusions...viewing the world a different way.
by questioning our stories just a little.
and being willing to let go -
of all that doesn't serve our truest favor.
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