Even when the blackness of night envelops us, we look for specks of light in the sky. We call them stars.
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Most of us live so very much in our own heads. We impose our internal reality on external reality. Thus it becomes of critical importance to be able to differentiate what comes from ourselves from what comes from others.
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All beings suffer. Comparing this suffering is a fool’s game. We do it anyway.
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With true self respect comes an unwillingness to play a supporting role in someone else’s story. Especially a supporting role that makes us smaller than we actually are.
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We are all awash in stories. When we believe in a story hard enough, it becomes true to us, even when this is a story that doesn’t need to be true and will act to hold us back.
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It is easier to dwell on differences, but we are also all the same.
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We cannot fix another person. Most often we can merely be present, and then only if we are allowed, with grace, to do so.
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Remember the stars. Hope matters.

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