I resolve myself to the fact I cannot stop death. However I would like to delay, or eliminate it all together, I cannot. Someday, the ones I love will no longer be here. Someday, it will be “I” who am no longer here … in body. Where shall we go? I do not know, for if I am from there, I have little memory of it, in fact, it seems but a dream. All the more reason not to spend time wrapped in blame, trying to please others. Instead, I focus on pleasing myself, and the ones who mesh with the reality of my current self, will be there.
Time is a river …
The journey is quite short, there is no time to waste on trivial things that really have no matter to the larger picture. There are plenty of opportunities to be dragged into the past, downward into guilt and hurt … there are also just as many opportunities to rise above it and commit to building a life lighter, brighter, shedding the darkness of fear and blame. As the day breaks, say goodbye to that which detracts from the greatness you are. Deep within you, you feel it, that beautiful power to create joyful realities. It may be in the small things, or it may be large, it is there just the same, waiting … in time.
Remember … when someone tries to tell you what you are, what you think, how you feel … they cannot possibly know … for they are not in you. What they perceive is often skewed by what is in them ~ And it is A-OK, for In Time all will work itself out.
Being responsible for our own energy can be difficult. We often find ourselves trying to make someone else feel okay. However, we will never be able to have a lasting solution for someone elses happiness, not if they fail to do the work themselves.
There is no need to feel guilty for self care.
Being aware is step one, quiet observation of events and circumstance is challenging as we slip into defense mode. Step out and above … move beyond the immediate, watch the unfolding of experience and then determine if it makes you happy.
Happiness, Joy, Love and Peace are our right. Demanding it be given to us from someone else will never fill our cup. Sometimes, the bird must fly. Sometimes solitude is the saving grace.