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Working from home, it almost feels odd to have to get dressed somewhat professionally to go to a meeting. But leaving also means going out into 94 degree weather.
My religion is balance.
In the last six months I have been completely out of balance. Providing kindness, deference, understanding, and trust to someone who didn’t deserve it. Who at every turn made sure I knew he didn’t deserve it but I thought I would lose myself if I gave up on his healing. I felt that since I had been given up on, in order to provide balance I would never give up on another person. I have been mistaken. Giving up on someone who lives their entire life on the surface, who is vapid, self-centered, shallow and consistently dishonest isn’t actually giving up, it’s giving back what I have received. It is returning the same energy that has been directed at me back to its creator.
Taking that negative energy into myself, turning it inward, lashing myself with it constantly because of my own poor self-opinion, that isn’t balance, its self-destruction. Part of balance is putting back into the world what you have been receiving. Sometimes you change what you’ve been given, you make it better and you return it back to the universe. When someone gives you hatred, turn it into love and put it back out there. I was mistaken in thinking I needed to give it back to the person who gave me the hatred to begin with, I don’t, and they get nothing from me. Not a goddamn thing. Save the best parts of you for the people who deserve it. Don’t give them to someone who spits on your gifts.
When you live a life of dishonesty, deceit, discontent, and shallowness, no matter how happy you may seem on the outside, you’re vile inside.
This brings me to my final thought on this. Be careful what you give me, I’m no longer handing out love to everyone. You have to earn that.