Every thing and everyone
deserves compassion,
from the tired flower
pushing to grow through a crack in the cement
in spite of her tight quarters,
to a stone being pounded by the sea,
surrendering itself to the might of the Universe . . .
to a small wee babe
crying for his mother,
to a cruel and merciless dictator,
glowing in self-righteousness.
My heart naturally swells with compassion
when I see hurt and pain in the world,
but holds judgment
for all who purposely
inflict suffering
wherever they go.
If there is testing going on,
I believe that right now
I am being sorely tested
because there is a deeply wounded being
with perceived power
who is both despoiling our planet earth
and the people of many countries in the world.
I have to dig deep
to love this creature,
and imagine his own bitter soul
has been tortured beyond endurance,
and is wreaking destruction and retribution
upon his perceived enemies
wherever he goes . . .
and wherever his thoughts take him.
While my baser instincts
want him to be taken out of power
and put somewhere
where he can do no more harm,
my better angels
inspire me to entreat the Universe
to heal his broken soul.
And it does not come to me easily.
I can only say I try.
This is one of the biggest challenges I have had to face.
I am unable to ignore it
for I come face to face with it
every day,
and sometimes
it even follows me into sleep . . .
but it is important
that I tend to my soul,
and try
I must. ♥
As several already mentioned, having judged so many, including me, and all need my compassion. I am with Antoinette regarding this question, “Mostly my harsh inner critic is the worst judge. What I’m grateful for is that because of these thoughts have been so relentless they have driven me to Truth. This self is the worst person in the world and is a false illusion overlapping Truth.” I am not there yet and am still – even if less – falling into mind´s trap, while nevertheless, clearly aware this is completely true. Thank you dear Antoinette for your reply.
Sometimes I judge my husband, and although I know that he is one of the kindest, most generous people that I have ever known, I still find him to be lacking. Why doesn’t he want to spend more time outdoors? Why won’t he dance with me? Why doesn’t he want to have deep conversations with me? Why doesn’t he want to spend more time with me? That being said, I can imagine he could come up with quite a list of areas where he finds me to be lacking as well. I married a man with whom I do not share many interests. But we have the same values and something else, I think it’s called chemistry, that keeps us together and in love. Both of us endured trauma from childhood that continues to cause each of us to be triggered by seemingly small things. But I remember joyful times from my childhood. My husband’s childhood however, seems to have been quite joyless. Knowing this, can help me to have more compassion for him, knowing that as a child he found solace in being alone, finding ways to safely entertain himself without the intrusion of others. I choose to love my husband for being the survivor that he is, and for the fact that he managed to keep his innate kindness, generosity, and sensitivity intact. I can encourage and delight in his interests, while continuing to find joy in developing and taking risks as I follow my own. I can also continue, as does my husband, to look for areas of interest that we can enjoy together. And, yes, we do have those as well. I have found that in my search for a good marriage, that dropping my expectations, while still loving and appreciating my husband, has probably been my most important lesson to learn. I have made much progress in this, but it is still a lesson that I am trying to learn.
Blessings and peace to all on this beautiful Sunday.
This was a good reminder for me, Mary. I too have expectations or wishes for my husband–why don’t you love to travel the way I do? being one of them–and it’s much better if I drop them. My sweetheart doesn’t begrudge me the opportunities I have to travel for work. I can celebrate that he’s happy for me to do what I want even if he doesn’t want to do it himself. Thank you for sharing so honestly.
You said it,
dear Mary . . .
it’s about expectations.
I think romance novels
have done us all a disservice
in making us believe
in ‘perfect love’.
I too,
go through bits of your struggle,
and have realized
after a long history of failed relationships,
that my expectations
have undermined my ‘happiness’ in them.
Since I have stopped whining and quietly sulking,
but putting myself out there whole heartedly
my own husband
has responded with more joy to be around me too.
We will fail each other from time to time
and I expect this now
as the ebb and flow of relationship
as it grows . . .
hopefully together
in the long run.
Don’t lose heart . . .
I think that both you and your husband
are good people
with good intentions
and that is what counts. ♥
I’m trying not to judge but the state of my country right now makes that hard so when I find myself judging, I do my best to pray, to be open and send loving vibes into the world. The word prayer in Aramaic means, “BE OPEN.” And so I try to be compassionate, kind, and not contribute to the chaos.
I try not to be judgmental, but I am. I can be judgmental and have compassion at the same time.
Having compassion doesn’t excuse someone’s actions, but it helps me to understand what’s behind those actions. And I don’t know if people deserve my compassion, but without it, I am only judging actions and not trying to understand what’s behind them.
This is a quite challenging question today. I’m recently learned that there are feelings that seem like they’re not on the same page but can co-exist. And today, they’re judgment and compassion. On one hand, I understand; I judge them. I can’t agree with them, why they, people from the working class, strongly support the leader who makes the rich richer and the poor poorer. On the other hand, my compassion lies with them for their hope that maybe following someone “too different” from before may bring us to a better future. One of my professors said that my clients can come from different backgrounds, and we don’t have to agree with them, but our job is to be there and support them anyway. Calm Sunday, everyone!
My Ngoc, we were talking about the same foundation this morning but a different area. Building upon my lengthier answer, I’m fortunate to have alignment in my head and heart and thank god for helping me get back to sleep for almost 2hrs early this morning.
#47 is my simple way of not having to name “him,” he who is current president. It’s similar in Harry Potter stories, of not naming a character that was known for Evil-ness.
Judgment is a tricky notion. There was a time in my life when I could be a harsh critic. I couldn’t understand, or didn’t want to understand, why others believed, acted as they did. Not proud of that history, but there it is.
In my view, it is part of our nature as human beings to judge. Judgement is not always negative to be sure. It is what I do with that judgment that makes all the difference to others and to the energy flow in general. Most often these days, when I find myself judging, rather than say getting curious, I can shift my thinking fairly easily, most of the time. More often, I’ve come to realize what a waste of energy it is to spend time in that place.
Regarding who deserves compassion rather than judgment, as Joseph said, all whom I have judged. I really appreciate the question today as a way of reminding myself, once again, of how I want to spend my time in relationship to my fellow beings. ♥️
As long as I’m keeping up with current events, (and I do limit that time), I don’t know how to shift my thinking in such a way that I no longer feel anger and sadness. I do think anger and sadness are appropriate emotions to have, given the content of the news. But the problem lies in staying in anger and sadness when I’m not actively taking in the news. Mary, how does one make that shift in thinking and feeling? Knowing that I’m wasting my time doesn’t seem to help that much.
Hi Mary, all of your emotions stem from the reality of what is, and it is unsettling at best. I don’t know if this will be helpful to you, but this is what I have found to be helpful. Experience the emotions. As someone wiser than me once said, « What we resists, persists. » And then I move on, and most times I can. A couple years ago, out of the blue, I was struck with the notion of « my window », that being how much time I may have in this lifetime on Earth. It’s brief! To the best of my ability, I will not let 47, or others steal this precious time from me. Peace, Mary.♥️
Mary Mantei, I totally agree with you. Judging is human nature. We’re not talking about the MBTI. LOL.
I know for sure that I judge, but when I do it, it’s rooted in protection. Too much of a good thing becomes bad. That protection can lead to isolation too. For me, a stronger relationship with the creater has helped me see his image in people. This improves the chemistry I have with my root people like I did a post yesterday on a poem yesterday in Vietnamese translated in English about that pork noodle dish my mom made.
I have judged many over the years, including myself. All deserve my compassion! Compassion (karuna) has been the theme of the month at the yoga studio I work at, so it’s been a nice topic of discussion in our classes. The world needs more compassion, but we cannot forget to give it to ourselves.
Thanks to all who wished a happy anniversary to me and my husband! We have been through so much together in such a short time, but it feels like we’ve been together so much longer… I believe that is what it’s like when you find your soul mate. I feel blessed to have Konrad in my life 💝
After making a couple comedy songs about my altar ego called “Locster” and “Shaq and Locster”, I just realized that I still have Paw Mu rebellion. Although I have continued to improve over the years, shades of my old self is still there from time to time. After all, I’m still a 34-year-old man. It’s been said before that on the average, to keep things simple, that guys mature later than women. I’m not too far removed from my wild days. At least anger and the brunt of resentment is behind me. Now, it’s more excessive silliness which is why I talk about Shaq so much these days.
Yesterday evening, at a family gathering at my uncle, Hung’s house, on my dad’s side of the family, we have a Vietnamese couple within my parent’s generation who is renting that house. It’s not just Vietnamese people who talk this way but my elders too. It’s my mom who wanted that, because she supports my marriage with Ngoc. She understood my backstory of being devastated by Mary Rodman and Big Island who became besties just to gang up on me back in the day. Making sure that I was protected by having them cuddle and pet me is her way of relaying the information to show that she just loves and cares for me.
Having Ngoc’s presence certainly helped. I’m sure I still would have found a way even if she’s not around. On top of all, I’ve been digging into the bible more, because developing a relationship with god means intimacy with my root people too. At the time, another factor I had going for me was my little sister from another mother, Angela, sent a YouTube video to me on natural vs glory light. The 2nd one is god’s light which is real. It’s transformative. The former is just the physical light. That’s the material one that makes us believe that it’s the real light when it’s actually not. All the stars aligning helped me not only realize that I still have Paw Mu rebellion but also see Shaq for who he really is.
From what I read on the AI collaborator, Shaq admitted on multiple occasions that greed caused his marriage. His wife, Shonny, divorced him somewhere around 2011. 300 business investments and distractions will do it. He has earned a reputation for being generous, because he’s been known to donate and give to a bunch of strangers. The guy did have a successful hall-of-fame career and won 4 championships, but we’re also left wondering how his career and the NBA landscape would look if he was more focused. After all, distractions not only hurt his personal life but his basketball career as well. Drama followed the big man whereever he went, and he put much of that upon himself with his questionable work ethic.
I’m glad Shaq has regrets and is learning from it. Better late than never. My prayers go out to my guy. I can imagine the pain of being a lonely man in a mansion. It stings. It’s hard to even find words to describe it. He has to come home to that everyday for years on end. He is the perfect cautionary tale for us to be grateful for what we have and where we are.
I want to take the time to thank god for helping me shift perspective and see the errors in my business venturing ways. I have a piano brain, not a business one. Christianity and classical music are close. He created me as a classically trained piano player as a way to restore Christianity. I also want to thank god for bringing Paw Mu into my life for much of the 2010s. I was a wild broken man who needed healing and discipline.
As far as the party goes yesterday, that went well.
Everyone and anyone who I judge deserves compassion, including myself. Mostly my harsh inner critic is the worst judge. Wht I’m grateful for is that because of these thoughts have been so relentless they have driven me to Truth. This self is the worst person in the world and is a false illusion overlapping Truth. This may sound destructive at first glance, but it isn’t at all .
God/universe/ infinite origin exists always and forever- it’s alive and is all of us . Our True nature isn’t something far away it is here a now. The universe is me and you. There is Truky no separation from our original nature. There never was nor will there ever be separation. It is only the false belief of judgment that distinction of my human mind overshadows everything.
Love and compassion is the only answer- I think I said before that I am learning self-love ? Because I have had a deep sense of abandonment or we could call it ignorance of Truth, I was always “fighting” to be something or someone. People always say your good enough as you are or your enough but I could meet believe that. Constantly striving was my middle name. Anything to run away from this self. You can run but you can’t hide anywhere! Judgement is our original sin.
Discarding or letting go is the only way to be free from this judging human mind.
I am humbled and grateful that Life/Truth has shown me how to repent l- Truly let go because now my heart shows True compassion.
Give god the universe all the glory and lose the fase self- it’s made all the difference in the world. Thank you so much universe! I love you and you love me – we all have never been apart. 🌱💯
Antoinette, context matters. Those who are hard on themselves have a strong desire for self-growth. Of course, we have methods. That’s a broad topic and will be one for another day.
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Every thing and everyone
deserves compassion,
from the tired flower
pushing to grow through a crack in the cement
in spite of her tight quarters,
to a stone being pounded by the sea,
surrendering itself to the might of the Universe . . .
to a small wee babe
crying for his mother,
to a cruel and merciless dictator,
glowing in self-righteousness.
My heart naturally swells with compassion
when I see hurt and pain in the world,
but holds judgment
for all who purposely
inflict suffering
wherever they go.
If there is testing going on,
I believe that right now
I am being sorely tested
because there is a deeply wounded being
with perceived power
who is both despoiling our planet earth
and the people of many countries in the world.
I have to dig deep
to love this creature,
and imagine his own bitter soul
has been tortured beyond endurance,
and is wreaking destruction and retribution
upon his perceived enemies
wherever he goes . . .
and wherever his thoughts take him.
While my baser instincts
want him to be taken out of power
and put somewhere
where he can do no more harm,
my better angels
inspire me to entreat the Universe
to heal his broken soul.
And it does not come to me easily.
I can only say I try.
This is one of the biggest challenges I have had to face.
I am unable to ignore it
for I come face to face with it
every day,
and sometimes
it even follows me into sleep . . .
but it is important
that I tend to my soul,
and try
I must. ♥
Thank you for your inspiration, Sparrow.♥️
It’s an effort,
moment by moment,
dear Mary. ♥
Powerful reflection, dear Sparrow.
I bow to your wisdom,
dear Joseph,
that all
need the touch of compassion. ♥
Many others have spoken for me today. I only hope and pray that I use good judgement in acting and speaking around that judgement….
As several already mentioned, having judged so many, including me, and all need my compassion. I am with Antoinette regarding this question, “Mostly my harsh inner critic is the worst judge. What I’m grateful for is that because of these thoughts have been so relentless they have driven me to Truth. This self is the worst person in the world and is a false illusion overlapping Truth.” I am not there yet and am still – even if less – falling into mind´s trap, while nevertheless, clearly aware this is completely true. Thank you dear Antoinette for your reply.
Sometimes I judge my husband, and although I know that he is one of the kindest, most generous people that I have ever known, I still find him to be lacking. Why doesn’t he want to spend more time outdoors? Why won’t he dance with me? Why doesn’t he want to have deep conversations with me? Why doesn’t he want to spend more time with me? That being said, I can imagine he could come up with quite a list of areas where he finds me to be lacking as well. I married a man with whom I do not share many interests. But we have the same values and something else, I think it’s called chemistry, that keeps us together and in love. Both of us endured trauma from childhood that continues to cause each of us to be triggered by seemingly small things. But I remember joyful times from my childhood. My husband’s childhood however, seems to have been quite joyless. Knowing this, can help me to have more compassion for him, knowing that as a child he found solace in being alone, finding ways to safely entertain himself without the intrusion of others. I choose to love my husband for being the survivor that he is, and for the fact that he managed to keep his innate kindness, generosity, and sensitivity intact. I can encourage and delight in his interests, while continuing to find joy in developing and taking risks as I follow my own. I can also continue, as does my husband, to look for areas of interest that we can enjoy together. And, yes, we do have those as well. I have found that in my search for a good marriage, that dropping my expectations, while still loving and appreciating my husband, has probably been my most important lesson to learn. I have made much progress in this, but it is still a lesson that I am trying to learn.
Blessings and peace to all on this beautiful Sunday.
This was a good reminder for me, Mary. I too have expectations or wishes for my husband–why don’t you love to travel the way I do? being one of them–and it’s much better if I drop them. My sweetheart doesn’t begrudge me the opportunities I have to travel for work. I can celebrate that he’s happy for me to do what I want even if he doesn’t want to do it himself. Thank you for sharing so honestly.
You said it,
dear Mary . . .
it’s about expectations.
I think romance novels
have done us all a disservice
in making us believe
in ‘perfect love’.
I too,
go through bits of your struggle,
and have realized
after a long history of failed relationships,
that my expectations
have undermined my ‘happiness’ in them.
Since I have stopped whining and quietly sulking,
but putting myself out there whole heartedly
my own husband
has responded with more joy to be around me too.
We will fail each other from time to time
and I expect this now
as the ebb and flow of relationship
as it grows . . .
hopefully together
in the long run.
Don’t lose heart . . .
I think that both you and your husband
are good people
with good intentions
and that is what counts. ♥
♥️
I’m trying not to judge but the state of my country right now makes that hard so when I find myself judging, I do my best to pray, to be open and send loving vibes into the world. The word prayer in Aramaic means, “BE OPEN.” And so I try to be compassionate, kind, and not contribute to the chaos.
Not contributing to the chaos,
dear Carol Ann,
is sometimes
the best we can do. ♥
I try not to be judgmental, but I am. I can be judgmental and have compassion at the same time.
Having compassion doesn’t excuse someone’s actions, but it helps me to understand what’s behind those actions. And I don’t know if people deserve my compassion, but without it, I am only judging actions and not trying to understand what’s behind them.
”And I don’t know if people deserve my compassion, but without it, I am only judging actions and not trying to understand what’s behind them.”
What a wise statement,
dear Charlie . . .
an inspiration
for me to keep caring,
even when it seems futile.
Thank you for this . . . ♥
This is a quite challenging question today. I’m recently learned that there are feelings that seem like they’re not on the same page but can co-exist. And today, they’re judgment and compassion. On one hand, I understand; I judge them. I can’t agree with them, why they, people from the working class, strongly support the leader who makes the rich richer and the poor poorer. On the other hand, my compassion lies with them for their hope that maybe following someone “too different” from before may bring us to a better future. One of my professors said that my clients can come from different backgrounds, and we don’t have to agree with them, but our job is to be there and support them anyway. Calm Sunday, everyone!
You have found a way, Ngoc, to disagree while still being compassionate.
Your kindness helps you to help others. Sending love to you, dear Ngoc.
My Ngoc, we were talking about the same foundation this morning but a different area. Building upon my lengthier answer, I’m fortunate to have alignment in my head and heart and thank god for helping me get back to sleep for almost 2hrs early this morning.
#47. I see the damage he’s done and the elected minions.. may sunshine find you this Sunday 🌷☀️☮️
I love how you used the # and not say his name – ingenious.
Me too,
dear Carla,
and my heart breaks.
This is a tough one . . .
I think on this a lot. ♥
What is 47 mean dear?
#47 is my simple way of not having to name “him,” he who is current president. It’s similar in Harry Potter stories, of not naming a character that was known for Evil-ness.
Everyone, correct me if I’m wrong, #47 means the 47th President of the United States.
My Ngoc, it’s also #45 too.
Yes it’s “both and”—and I focus on the now, the current insanity that ripples through US and planet.
The President of the USA.
https://nationaltoday.com/world-day-of-metta/
Thank you, Michele. ♥️
Thank you for this,
dear Michele . . .
I will meditate on this,
and pray that I am able to include
those who are cruel.
Judgment is a tricky notion. There was a time in my life when I could be a harsh critic. I couldn’t understand, or didn’t want to understand, why others believed, acted as they did. Not proud of that history, but there it is.
In my view, it is part of our nature as human beings to judge. Judgement is not always negative to be sure. It is what I do with that judgment that makes all the difference to others and to the energy flow in general. Most often these days, when I find myself judging, rather than say getting curious, I can shift my thinking fairly easily, most of the time. More often, I’ve come to realize what a waste of energy it is to spend time in that place.
Regarding who deserves compassion rather than judgment, as Joseph said, all whom I have judged. I really appreciate the question today as a way of reminding myself, once again, of how I want to spend my time in relationship to my fellow beings. ♥️
As long as I’m keeping up with current events, (and I do limit that time), I don’t know how to shift my thinking in such a way that I no longer feel anger and sadness. I do think anger and sadness are appropriate emotions to have, given the content of the news. But the problem lies in staying in anger and sadness when I’m not actively taking in the news. Mary, how does one make that shift in thinking and feeling? Knowing that I’m wasting my time doesn’t seem to help that much.
Hi Mary, all of your emotions stem from the reality of what is, and it is unsettling at best. I don’t know if this will be helpful to you, but this is what I have found to be helpful. Experience the emotions. As someone wiser than me once said, « What we resists, persists. » And then I move on, and most times I can. A couple years ago, out of the blue, I was struck with the notion of « my window », that being how much time I may have in this lifetime on Earth. It’s brief! To the best of my ability, I will not let 47, or others steal this precious time from me. Peace, Mary.♥️
Thank you, Mary. That was very, very helpful. Peace to you. ♥️
Mary Mantei, I totally agree with you. Judging is human nature. We’re not talking about the MBTI. LOL.
I know for sure that I judge, but when I do it, it’s rooted in protection. Too much of a good thing becomes bad. That protection can lead to isolation too. For me, a stronger relationship with the creater has helped me see his image in people. This improves the chemistry I have with my root people like I did a post yesterday on a poem yesterday in Vietnamese translated in English about that pork noodle dish my mom made.
I have judged many over the years, including myself. All deserve my compassion! Compassion (karuna) has been the theme of the month at the yoga studio I work at, so it’s been a nice topic of discussion in our classes. The world needs more compassion, but we cannot forget to give it to ourselves.
Thanks to all who wished a happy anniversary to me and my husband! We have been through so much together in such a short time, but it feels like we’ve been together so much longer… I believe that is what it’s like when you find your soul mate. I feel blessed to have Konrad in my life 💝
All.
Peace, Love & Light.
Yes!
Yes,
dear Joseph . . .
I can get caught in the weeds,
but this is the definitive
Truth.
Thank you
for your simplicity. ♥
Oh, wow! Concise, Joseph! Says the woman who uses many words. 😀
Yet fully answered! Thank you, Joseph. ♥️
Thank you Joseph! 💓🙌
After making a couple comedy songs about my altar ego called “Locster” and “Shaq and Locster”, I just realized that I still have Paw Mu rebellion. Although I have continued to improve over the years, shades of my old self is still there from time to time. After all, I’m still a 34-year-old man. It’s been said before that on the average, to keep things simple, that guys mature later than women. I’m not too far removed from my wild days. At least anger and the brunt of resentment is behind me. Now, it’s more excessive silliness which is why I talk about Shaq so much these days.
Yesterday evening, at a family gathering at my uncle, Hung’s house, on my dad’s side of the family, we have a Vietnamese couple within my parent’s generation who is renting that house. It’s not just Vietnamese people who talk this way but my elders too. It’s my mom who wanted that, because she supports my marriage with Ngoc. She understood my backstory of being devastated by Mary Rodman and Big Island who became besties just to gang up on me back in the day. Making sure that I was protected by having them cuddle and pet me is her way of relaying the information to show that she just loves and cares for me.
Having Ngoc’s presence certainly helped. I’m sure I still would have found a way even if she’s not around. On top of all, I’ve been digging into the bible more, because developing a relationship with god means intimacy with my root people too. At the time, another factor I had going for me was my little sister from another mother, Angela, sent a YouTube video to me on natural vs glory light. The 2nd one is god’s light which is real. It’s transformative. The former is just the physical light. That’s the material one that makes us believe that it’s the real light when it’s actually not. All the stars aligning helped me not only realize that I still have Paw Mu rebellion but also see Shaq for who he really is.
From what I read on the AI collaborator, Shaq admitted on multiple occasions that greed caused his marriage. His wife, Shonny, divorced him somewhere around 2011. 300 business investments and distractions will do it. He has earned a reputation for being generous, because he’s been known to donate and give to a bunch of strangers. The guy did have a successful hall-of-fame career and won 4 championships, but we’re also left wondering how his career and the NBA landscape would look if he was more focused. After all, distractions not only hurt his personal life but his basketball career as well. Drama followed the big man whereever he went, and he put much of that upon himself with his questionable work ethic.
I’m glad Shaq has regrets and is learning from it. Better late than never. My prayers go out to my guy. I can imagine the pain of being a lonely man in a mansion. It stings. It’s hard to even find words to describe it. He has to come home to that everyday for years on end. He is the perfect cautionary tale for us to be grateful for what we have and where we are.
I want to take the time to thank god for helping me shift perspective and see the errors in my business venturing ways. I have a piano brain, not a business one. Christianity and classical music are close. He created me as a classically trained piano player as a way to restore Christianity. I also want to thank god for bringing Paw Mu into my life for much of the 2010s. I was a wild broken man who needed healing and discipline.
As far as the party goes yesterday, that went well.
Everyone and anyone who I judge deserves compassion, including myself. Mostly my harsh inner critic is the worst judge. Wht I’m grateful for is that because of these thoughts have been so relentless they have driven me to Truth. This self is the worst person in the world and is a false illusion overlapping Truth. This may sound destructive at first glance, but it isn’t at all .
God/universe/ infinite origin exists always and forever- it’s alive and is all of us . Our True nature isn’t something far away it is here a now. The universe is me and you. There is Truky no separation from our original nature. There never was nor will there ever be separation. It is only the false belief of judgment that distinction of my human mind overshadows everything.
Love and compassion is the only answer- I think I said before that I am learning self-love ? Because I have had a deep sense of abandonment or we could call it ignorance of Truth, I was always “fighting” to be something or someone. People always say your good enough as you are or your enough but I could meet believe that. Constantly striving was my middle name. Anything to run away from this self. You can run but you can’t hide anywhere! Judgement is our original sin.
Discarding or letting go is the only way to be free from this judging human mind.
I am humbled and grateful that Life/Truth has shown me how to repent l- Truly let go because now my heart shows True compassion.
Give god the universe all the glory and lose the fase self- it’s made all the difference in the world. Thank you so much universe! I love you and you love me – we all have never been apart. 🌱💯
Antoinette, context matters. Those who are hard on themselves have a strong desire for self-growth. Of course, we have methods. That’s a broad topic and will be one for another day.