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Sometimes it takes traumatic events, or circumstances that shake up your self-concept to be able to take a good look at who you are. Unless you are dead, life continues to move on. There are so many lessons that can be derived from circumstances that we did not plan to go our way. One is the realization that there are many things we do not have control over. Another, is that we have a personal responsibility for how we arrive in the world, or don't.
I have been taking a look at my intuition, along with asking myself questions, knowing that things that pop up may still forecast a ground of mystery. I do not have the answers for how things will play out, and I only have the imagination for how diving into things will.
Sometimes life-shattering events don't need to happen for us to be able to take a look at who we are, but an intention of personal inquiry can do that under "normal circumstances", if we choose to do so with honesty. The thing I want to highlight, is that self-work and personal-inquiry, is largely a choice. The state of mind you are in, your attitude, and behaviors, come from a place of responsibility. Sometimes overthinking can cause us to second guess the great amount of power and courage that exists within us. Doing things may seem daunting, but each step that stems from inquiry of your authentic self yields results.
Life moves on, I don't want to be a victim of the past, I want to embrace the present, and contribute to the world in ways that I have only dreamed of. These are wants, and intentions, but I know it is within my power to make the changes that I want in my life. Seems so serious, doesn't it? Well, I don't want to sleep walk my life away, and I don't want for anyone else as well.
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. - Anthony J. D'Angelo
Love in London
As I looked out the window of the bus, my expression softened as I saw multiple people helping a biker who had dropped his groceries. His bags had torn, and an elderly woman was holding open a bag she brought for him to put his new groceries in. Another biker stopped in the middle of the road to pick up a lime and a lemon that the man had dropped, and traffic stopped for him to collect his belongings.
This reminded me about when I was sitting next to an elderly woman who was begging in Morocco. She had her hand out, and watched as people walked by. She had a couple of tears that streamed down her blank-expression face. Eventually she asked the man sitting next to me if the food shop would give her something. I went and grabbed her a water. When I gave it to her, her whole face lit up, and she smiled a toothless grin. Her food eventually came, and I felt surprise that she offered me some. This kindness along with the expression on her face really touched my heart.
This quote may seem unrelated, but I really enjoyed how sensual it felt.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it. - Mark Twain
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