Loving means to love that which is unlovable,
Or it is no virtue at all.
Forgiving means to pardon the unpardonable,
Faith means believing the unbelievable,
And hoping means to hope when things are hopeless.
-- G. K. Chesterton
Ponder that!, for there it is...that which explains, plainly, how we get right within our self. It's beautifully worded poetry for ego deflation in depth, that which we claim to be our goal.
Ponder it still more for who's kidding whom? We have a ways to go before we're free. Our emotions feel like November the 8th, 2016, was October 29, 1929 (Black Tuesday on Wall Street), December 7, 1941 (Pearl Harbor, "a day which will live in infamy"), and September 11, 2001 (9/11), all bound together like a ball of hibernating snakes.
Interestingly, I personally have not felt at sixes and sevens within myself. I've been kinda proud of myself for taking things so well...haven't beaten my breast and cried like some people I know have. Haven't gone into a black funk like some other people I know have.
I did, however, scream "That is stupid" at a friend yesterday...which is stupid. I've mentally decided a couple friends (who have not asked me) need my advice...badly. Ruckus pooped in the foyer last night.
Uh-oh.
I know denial when I see it...in others. But apparently it takes hard evidence for me to see my own. And all of the above amounts to that hard evidence, and that my ego Lucy is in charge and charging hard.
God bless our ego. It can serve a good purpose. It can awaken us to the fact that we're on the wrong road heading in the wrong direction...that we'd best turn around, don't drown in our own self-induced pathos.
All we are saying is give love a chance. A gentle reminder to self.
Thank you.
Interestingly, I personally have not felt at sixes and sevens within myself. I've been kinda proud of myself for taking things so well...haven't beaten my breast and cried like some people I know have. Haven't gone into a black funk like some other people I know have.
I did, however, scream "That is stupid" at a friend yesterday...which is stupid. I've mentally decided a couple friends (who have not asked me) need my advice...badly. Ruckus pooped in the foyer last night.
Uh-oh.
I know denial when I see it...in others. But apparently it takes hard evidence for me to see my own. And all of the above amounts to that hard evidence, and that my ego Lucy is in charge and charging hard.
God bless our ego. It can serve a good purpose. It can awaken us to the fact that we're on the wrong road heading in the wrong direction...that we'd best turn around, don't drown in our own self-induced pathos.
All we are saying is give love a chance. A gentle reminder to self.
Thank you.
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