Recently I got swept up in the state of the world. It’s not like me. I’m a kind of “head in the sand” person who doesn’t generally partake of the news. For the sake of my amazing recovery from chronic depression, that’s the way it needs to be. So anyway, since mortal reality reached out and grabbed my attention, I’ve not been my new and improved happy self. Oh how an underdeveloped piece of me would love to “fix” the whole world, but there is no hope to control anyone but myself. The good news is that after taking a lengthy look around, my intention has strengthened. Now, more than ever, I want to do my best in each moment to align my mortal self with my highest inner being. I try to greet life’s difficulties with a faith that despite outward appearance, everything is unfolding for the greater good. This attitude gives me increased peace of mind and expanded understanding. It’s easy to see that we are each a part of All That Is. That means every possible perspective must be honored. Love and acceptance is the answer, and yet it is much easier to understand this truth than to live it. One day at a time, I am working with dedication to release the unwanted; to think, speak, and act in accordance with my most uplifted self. This is my humble way of doing my part to help, because it seems to me our world is never going to find peace, love, joy, and harmony until the larger majority of it inhabitants find those qualities within. It’s a daunting goal, but we can change our global society One Person At A Time… By the way, it is my pleasure to report that since my focus is back on the wanted, I’m feeling happy again.
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