Living from Compassion.

Living from a place of compassion…

I smile as I say that because I can feel my heart expand just thinking in that way. And that feels  so TRUE to me… that feels real… in such a deeper way…

At the same time.. my mind engages. On a whole different level. And that’s the part that struggles to live with compassion. Because the mind says, “Well, yea, but, what about so-and-so, and what about so-and-so, and what about that guy that just cut you off in traffic?! Does he deserve compassion?! I don’t think so!!”

But, in reality its such an earthly way to think about it. Its such a short sighted way to think about it… It’s thinking, period. Its trying to make logical sense out of… something… anything, life. Its trying to make things fair and equitable.

And you  know what, maybe in the universe things are fair and things are equitable across the board. But its on such a bigger scale that we can’t even imagine it. And the guy who just cut me off in traffic isn’t even a blip on the screen. Its so inconsequential.

When I am living with compassion, things just don’t bother me the same way. I’m able to forgive seeming trespasses so much easier that its almost not even forgiving, I just don’t notice them. I’m able to see people, no matter what they do, in a completely different light; as another fellow soul just trying to navigate the world, just like me. And even the bigger stuff… I recognize that its not about me or even them, its all part of an even bigger picture and it all has value.

So…. … to find a way to live with compassion, all the time. To shut off that chatter that keeps telling me “Yea, but… you need to make sure so-and-so …. blah… blah… blah.”

Because the only thing I need to make sure of… is that I’m Being True to My Self.

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I am on a journey .... By title I am a Licensed Professional Clinical Counselor. I have been called friend, girlfriend, wife, mom... among other labels. But I am a loving, caring being that lives through these labels and titles to help and heal others while I am here.

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