What we cling to and why
Note the leaves clinging to the window.
Thank God for slower days that allow me to notice and pay attention.
Those leaves inspired this post.
When I think about all the concepts and ideas I have clung to for my 46 years, I feel muddled inside.
Everything happens for a reason. I don’t know about that. Some days I see God and
the universe working and others I don’t. I’m just being honest here.
Hurt people hurt people.
I do believe this one. ☝️
But how do I maintain my self-worth and boundaries while being
in the presence of those who don’t know how to get out of their own misery?
This one is tough and affects most of us on a regular basis.
True love. Soulmates. The jury is still out for me.
People treat you how you teach them to treat you. I’m 50/50 on this one. I can hold my boundaries
and even lower my expectations when needed and some folks will still be jerks. See #2 above.
It will all work out. I’m 80/20 on this one. Yes the sun WILL rise tomorrow. Yes the world WILL
keep spinning. I have (mostly) grown from all my life experiences, but I’m not sure if it always
works out. I see injustice. I see inequality. I am not sure that always works out.
Take the high road. I don’t know. Sometimes change needs a low road as a catalyst.
Maybe relationships need real moments with raw conversations to truly grow.
If we all took the high road at all times, would it even be a high road anymore?
The truth will set you free. Usually. Almost always.
But as a holder of many secrets (job hazard), I have seen situations where the truth
might hold one hostage and cause immeasurable suffering for years to come.
Say what you mean and mean what you say. I love this one. In theory.
But with my silver tongue and deep emotions have come words I did not really mean in times of hurt or anger.
I think this is a great ideal, a lofty goal. But when we mess up, apologize- and sooner rather than later.
A quick imperfect apology generally means more than a well-stated overdue one.
What about you? What have you clung to? What feels true and what feels forced when you
consider the building blocks for your social or moral compass? Better yet, what feels fake?
What makes you squirm when you say it out loud to another human?
If you squirm, stop saying it. Stop believing it.
Our truths can evolve.
Our truths don’t have to match those of our parents or our spouse.
Our truths are our own.
Here’s to both of us building our own houses of morality and ideology.
And leaving room for repairs.
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