Same Love


 You know I’m one of them people that no matter how much I achieve in overcoming troubles. There’s always that one little trigger that will set me back at least ten steps. Last night I got into a knee deep conversation with an AI Language Program about death and my personal philosophy on the matter. While I thought I was teaching that little thing about the human condition. At the same time I was allowing seeds to be watered within myself that focused me on my current physical condition. Hence the image you see above.

Last night I had a strong dream about a situation involving my son and wife. Where so-called government officials were judging us about our lifestyle and current living situation. Rather or not that was fueled by my earlier conversation with Gemini, whose to say. I just know that my focus this morning has been on having a slight shortness of breath and being a bit dizzy. Then I look in the mirror and found that blood blister on my forearm. But I’m not writing this to lay blame on anyone or anything for my mental triggers. Because they are what they are.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that, despite how well we may think we have covered all the bases. There’s always the chance someone can steal. In my case I often think those little boogers of insecurity and poor self-esteem sit just below the surface, looking for an excuse to pop up. But instead of ignoring the voices and trying to drown them with a drug or whatever. I give them a chance to have their say, then accept it for what it is, and love myself anyway. Now I’m not saying it’s the be all cure all for my troubles. But it’s better then killing myself trying to numb what’s always been there. So be kind to yourself and give the voices their say. Giving them the same love and compassion you’d give a friend.    

#Zen #PlantingSeeds #fear #doubt #CompassionateListening


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