Today as the family left town from a visit. I got to thinking about us as individuals and how opinions are used to like or dislike one another. Kinda like each human likes in a book and some you enjoy and others just do not interest you. Now writing this I am thinking I do not remember looking at a book and concluding I dislike it, as humans often choose to do. I read a book once wondering why I did not like it. Most the time I just put a book down and not open it again-imagine if we did that with fellow humans. I mean when do you ever stomp on a book because you did not like it or treat it unkindly? Rejection or redirection is not always easy, we are herd animals.
I have often looked at things metaphorically in my lifetime. For instance my life is a pot of soup. I have learned over the years I like a Savory, sweet n spicy with a robust to it. Soups of new life. I have had Pots of Soup made with so much Love I could feed everyone around me-they are my favorite. I have had soups filled with Joy and Happiness, as I have learned in life I truly prefer these soups mentioned.
Sadly, life has soups of rot, death, sadness, pain, confusion, and FEAR these soups if beyond repair are best tossed out or poured down the drain knowing you are capable of starting a new pot of soup.
In more recent years I have found myself using my pot of soup to assist me in deciding on my boundaries with myself and new acquaintances as few as they have been. I read the other day a statement that said ” Unconditional Love” is something (I forget the exact words) with conditions or expectations something lessening the meaning maybe, as I see unconditional love. I then felt the person who said it had maybe no knowledge of boundaries and most likely had no use for healthy boundaries. I find myself that healthy boundaries are part of living in unconditional love but you must be a person with respect. Now the year 2020 will be a time that showed us how much of our population we live in has no respect, just my view.
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