For so many people these days, there is this agonizing:
to secretly, I mean, sub-consciously almost secretly,
hopelessly love so much about life…
and, yet, feel so badly about the life we ourselves are living…
is suffering. Plain and simple…
which, to be rawly and frankly honest, is linked to how we were led to believe that degrees of perfection were required in order for goodness to be appraised properly pure…similarly to how we appraise our precious metals…we’re instructed to gauge, judge, compare, and score each other’s caring…against our own…(this includes virtual caring too)(read intentions)…how we care has become more important than caring itself…
whereas
genuine goodness just shows up as is and as long as needed and leaves without waiting for the applause…not only not expecting any…not wanting any…how real is that? When we let our genuine goodness straight out without thinking, well, that’s as perfect as we will ever need to feel or try to be…
to be good enough to try imperfectly
good enough to try again…softer…funnier…gentler…safer and safer to being real
good enough to bear the resistance while linking firmly together in our dedication to caring in any form or fashion it shows up
caring for one another…equally and together.
We are called to action, not out of righteousness,
but for goodness’s sake.
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