
i have to forgive myself. i have to forgive my past. i think we're the hardest on ourselves, because when you look at yourself in the mirror, you ask, "is this me? am i living the life that i am proud of?". it comes down to acceptance. the more of yourself that you can accept, is to the degree that you can accept yourself in others. for instance, every day, as of late, on my way to work, there are three homeless people, that i see on the corner, it's a challenge for me to accept this, because i have this idea, that poverty is the utmost cruelty. i've been there, where they are before in my life, and i know that it's no fun. you're at the whim of the kindness of strangers. sometimes people will take a risk, and believe in you, and sometimes not so much. i want to be the kind stranger. i want to be the believer. the risk taker. the courageous. and everyday, when my time to shine comes, those fear programs come up. the excuses. the complaints. so maybe there is something in me that i need to look at. why? how can i proceed with the middle way? is there a middle way? i guess i'll find out by sunday, on my next day to work.
ps - i have a birthday coming up on monday. shhh...