Bring love with you Everywhere you go And you will never Be lonely
Helping busy people do inner work.
Bring love with you Everywhere you go And you will never Be lonely
The more time you spend thinking about how you can get other people to like you…
The less time you’ll be able to spend thinking about how you can become someone you like.
And here’s the catch-22.
The more time you spend becoming someone YOU like… the more likely other people will like you.
And the more time you spend trying to be someone who is liked… the less other people will end up liking you.
Imagine the cloud that always held on to its rain.
Imagine the weight; the effort; the burden.
Imagine the hardened soil, dehydrated plants, and barren landscape.
Now, image the person who always held on to their pain.
Imagine the weight; the effort; the burden.
Imagine the hardened interactions, dehydrated relationships, and barren lifestyle.
Maybe holding on to the pain isn’t the most beneficial thing to do (so that others don’t experience the pain you’re holding).
Maybe releasing the pain is the most beneficial thing you can do.
Maybe it’s the vulnerable release that’s needed for your gray clouds to clear away.
Maybe it’s the feeling of a more authentic human experience that the barren landscape of our lives are craving more of each day.
And maybe the best way to do this isn’t to release above the umbrella walkers who are seemingly allergic to getting wet—but to share the experience of feeling the rain with the people who jump in puddles and know that clothes dry.
P.s. Thank you to Belinda for the coffee. This post was fueled by your generosity. :)
A tall blade of grass Looks down upon A sea of green blades Some bigger Some thinner Some pointed Some flat Some darker Some lighter What a shame That in a sea of green That’s what is seen
Their success Isn’t your loss Their beauty Isn’t your flaw Their knowledge Isn’t your ignorance Their profit Isn’t your business Stop using them To benchmark yours Live and let live And stop keeping score
How can you say someone is beautiful If you haven’t yet Peered past the cover Of their book?
What lies between Stranger and friend Is one singular question Asked with the right intent