... and eyes direct the soul.
Live as if everything you do will eventually be known and treat others as if you can see the effects before you act.
Honesty can in fact, be gentle. It is not how much I have been mistreated or how many bad judgment calls I have made in the past that keeps me stuck, it is my fear of acknowledging my contributions to the effects in the present. I have learned however, that a person's contributions to their pain is often no more than holding onto a wound that should have healed a long time ago. I refuse to remain living proof of another persons guilty conscious.
I will not hurt over your decisions because I refuse to take responsibility for my own actions, but I will also not hurt over your decisions to be irresponsible on the same note. Pain breaks down resistance to awareness. If it's really pain, and if I see it perfectly clearly, I can not deny the price I pay for being victim to my own life or my own past. Nothing I do makes the memory of each action float away, but it helps push me until I realize that what I hold onto is what I have.
There is a time to let things happen and a time to make things happen. Permanently comfortable is not optional. The puzzling simplicity of our personal views on the outcomes of our lives are not solved. If we don't move, we die. Mentally and physically.
I grow because my pride has been broken by unyielding realities. I know the difference in the smell of egos rewards and the fragrances of the heart. I grow because you held me up for the rain to wash me down.
A time comes when it's just time to clean house. No, you need to go way beyond a simple spring cleaning. You need to burn the house down with yourself inside of it, then you need to walk away from the ashes and ambers and say to yourself, I have no name. You can't help anyone by losing your soul. In fact, if it is beginning to destroy you, you can be confident it is not there to help anyone else.
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