The treasure I seek is self-realization, but the great fear I have is letting go of the belief that I have to do something, that I have to prove my worth, or be somebody. It’s a paradox. The more I try to be who I am, the more I can’t be who I am.
What if we accepted that everything is unfolding perfectly? That it has always unfolded perfectly, and will always unfold perfectly. There’s a part of me that’s terrified to accept that–recoils at the thought–and yet it’s a deep understanding and key to the universe.
Where does meaningfulness come from? I don’t know, but I know it’s something we can feel. Our own unique path will always feel meaningful to us.
We are all destined to realize our true self-worth, one way or the other. It’s not so much a calling as an inexorable pull. To the extent that we resist the pull of our true self, we are unhappy.
Letting go can be difficult because it can feel like a sacrifice. Sometimes we think we’re sacrificing, but we’re not. A true sacrifice usually has to do with the death of a dearly held belief, and most of us hate to be wrong.
It’s challenging to be unflinchingly honest with ourselves. There are so many ways we can be diverted from really getting to the heart of the matter. I continue to write, because this is my bastion of peace, and oasis of truth.
Perhaps it’s not a bad thing to form a callous over the heart; not to have a hardened heart, but one that can sustain us. A healthy and passionate heart is one that pulses with life, but not one that’s bleeding all over the place. A strong heart maintains integrity.
There’s an invisible wall between the mundane and the magical. The wall is a well placed illusion, and there’s a reason it’s a mystery (because you’re meant to find it for yourself).
The great treasure of life is true self-worth, and once it’s found, all lies dissolve.
I have found that in being true to myself, compromise is compromising, and it is a weakness. I know when I’ve compromised myself, and that is always the greatest source of regret. It’s when you let yourself down that hurts the most.
I’ve strengthened my inner strength by not letting myself down, being my own best friend, and supporting myself, no matter how difficult it was at first.
My self-worth used to come from other people and external things, and it felt nearly impossible to unplug from that, but it is possible, and for me, the only way to live happily.
Approval-seeking and people-pleasing is an emotional addiction, and the only way out (that I’ve found) is to become hooked on your own soul.
Today, I’m as free as the day I was born. I feel innocent and pure. Not because I’m doing anything, but because I’ve chosen to be uncompromisingly true to myself.
Blogging is a daily source of joy for me, and I consider the readers of my blog to be kindred spirits. I’ve experienced all sorts of things over the years, and blogging has been the one constant. Whatever happens, I’m happy to be doing this.
It’s been, and is, a journey of self-discovery; of my True Self, self-worth, self-respect, personal dignity, and personal integrity. Every day, I realize that it’s not (just) about external conditions, and yet, it’s also about that. For me, it’s mostly about my attitudes and beliefs.
I tell myself that things are always working out for me, and that everything benefits me in some way. I think the best thing I can do for others is to be the best I can be, which keeps evolving. The magical and the mundane are one and the same.
I want to find, know, and feel true self-worth, and I have found it, and I do feel it more and more each day. Much of it is realizing what’s not true self-worth. True self-worth can’t be given or taken away.
I want to know who I truly am, and be who I truly am. I know that who I truly am isn’t based on other people’s opinion of me. I know myself more and more by knowing who and what I’m not.
What do I like, prefer, and want? I’m feeling these desires again. I’m giving myself permission to want and to have.
Things happened today that showed with utmost clarity that it’s up to me to believe in my own self-worth. It doesn’t matter what people do, or say, or think; I must know my worth and value. Who I am, what I think, how I feel, and what I do matters to me, and that’s enough. I have nothing to prove, no one to please, and nothing to earn in order to be worthy of happiness and success. I can be who I truly am, and that’s the way I’m supposed to be.