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Some things I know about myself...

I am a dreamer.

I hope for a world that is not yet, but could be.

I am both naive and innocent, which is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes at the same time.

I believe in the inherent goodness of people.

I very strongly believe that most people choose to do good because it is good most of the time.

I am not ignorant of the failings of people. I just see the good far outweigh the bad.

I am ignorant of too much, however. And I'm working on that, as much as I can. One of the woes of being ignorant is that all too often one doesn't even know what one is ignorant of. So...

I try to be humble, even about the things I think I know. I've been proven wrong too many times... And the jury is still out on so many things... But overarching all of my thoughts, feelings, and actions -

I try to let love and respect for others guide me. In so doing, I hope that I can be forgiven for my weakness and frailty, acknowledging that these exist within me, but hoping that my intentions, desires, and motives are pure.

I am not who I want to be. Not yet.

I dream. And I love. And I hope.

We live in a world that is full of trouble and anguish. So many things just don't make sense. I don't know what to do about it except work very hard to keep my heart open to everyone. Everyone. Everyone.

And if that means I get hurt a bit, I'm ok with that. Perhaps I can carry off a little hurt from you, which will release you to experience more happiness. And then perhaps we can start healing together.

I believe in the ultimate and redeeming power of love.

Comments

lillysmum said…
Ah, what a lovely person you are!

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