Your path was meant to test you—to make, break, twist, disorient, disintegrate and remake you. Who else but you could design something so intricate, maddening and unique? There’s nowhere in the universe you would be able to do what you can do here, now.
If you’re like me, you have a tendency to be aware of, or to feel responsible for, the feelings and emotions of others. This can be a disorienting perspective, because you get into the habits of compromising, accommodating, and catering to their needs, at the cost of your own wellbeing.
For much of my life, I’ve done this in unhealthy ways.
I woke up with a heavy heart today. Hard to say why… but not really. Maybe something in the forgotten dream is lingering. Maybe it’s the last few weeks of the tumult and uncertainty of this personal transitional moment, or the never-ending string of such moments.
Living in a culture that is rife with trauma, we’re not too keen on experiencing more and different kinds of pain, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Thus, we’re too often in the frame of mind that reaches for the broad, soaked paintbrush that allows us to dismiss someone or something based on what may only be a minor trait or concern—perhaps because we were triggered by something that isn’t supposed to bother us anymore.