“We are not comfortable with waiting, see it as wasted time and try to avoid it, or fill it with trivial busyness. We value action for its own sake.” We wind up running on empty, losing our sense of self, and blaming the world for it.
Do you feel yourself trying to tighten controls and to think your way to certitude?
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…I can picture you getting on the floor, eye level with them as toddlers…
I wondered if the fixed smile–as I perceived it–wasn’t also a wince from hurt carried constantly conscious. Inescapable.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.