Our Truest Favor

Our truest favor:

it’s funny as I think about all the things that have never worked for me throughout life, the thoughts and habits that haven’t made me happy in anyway, or worse, have contributed to a great deal of discomfort, and too often, no small amount of sorrow. Yet, it seems, I have clung to such ideas with passion, defending them to myself and others even as I knew the truth of what they offered.

and I really have no idea why.

my guess is that I believed that they were somehow part me, an identity that, for better or worse, defined me in what I considered an important way. And of course they did — but only because I allowed them to do so, giving these thoughts the power to prove my own world view. However unhappy they might seem to make me. I believed every story that I told about myself, embraced every lie that I thought, and gave myself permission to suffer these illusions.

and not a single one of them were true.

ever.

not really.

these days I find myself smiling more, deeply and sincere. I’m kinder to myself, and I’m honest with my own self-assessment now. None of these thoughts, opinions, or beliefs, not of myself nor any other, are even close to being true.

not a single one.

they’re just stories that we tell.

so often that we believe they’re real.

but they’re not.

we can see right through our illusions…viewing the world a different way.

by questioning our stories just a little.

and being willing to let go -

of all that doesn’t serve our truest favor.

~

Peace, Eric