Underneath we’re all the same, perfectly imperfect, doing what we can, making our way through life, searching for a warm blanket and a tender hand to hold.
I wonder if by constantly looking outward and finding things to fix we’ve become a society that doesn’t know how to look inside and love what we find.
If we truly desire to quell the terror of the world, we must first have the courage to meet our own fear with love and compassion.
Most of the sensations we hold dear require that we first imagine them. We need imagination to see beyond our challenges and envision something more.
We don’t overcome loneliness, we learn to embrace it. In the arms of self-love, loneliness slowly loosens its grip, and we realize that we’re not alone.
In spiritual practice we aren’t learning how to turn off our emotions: that’s not real. Instead we’re learning the skills to be okay while we feel them.