I overheard a conversation while in line at the corner store.

A distraught, young woman was explaining her upset; it seemed, the ‘love of her life’ had abandoned her.

“If only I could…” she said, tears welling in eyes.

Oh, judgement – what a burdensome beast, particularly when turned unto oneself.

We’ve all had those thoughts, haven’t we, my loves? When the world comes tumbling down, it ‘feels’ that everything is our fault.

We try to understand, yes – but, to limited avail. What we so freely share outwardly to others, is diminished when cast within.

Sometimes it’s difficult to be our own best friend. Though, perhaps more difficult — the practice of unmitigated acceptance.

Acceptance is a form of surrender, my loves. It is the capacity to see things clearly, to recognize the interplay of emotions within that moment. And yet, to nevertheless regard the experience with equanimity and compassion.

For how are we to engage love fully, if we can not find love for ourselves?

As Nietzsche once wrote, our convictions are often more dangerous than lies. Meaning, what we choose to believe frames the entirety of our existence.

And, begging the question – how much of our ‘reality’ is conditioned habit?

Yes, it takes much effort and practice to remodel behavior. Though, in the end – radical acceptance is the first step towards inner peace.

A little something to consider, my friends.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️