A day is wasted when one compromises.
Yesterday, was a wasted day.
What leads one to compromise is his greatest attachments.
Family being among the most unthinkable.
Unthinkable because the world hems and haws and guilts and vilifies.
The most clever excuses are the agreed upon.
There’s always an out if you’re looking for one.
You might subscribe to the notion of “no excuses”.
But the one who does not allow himself such coveted and acceptable excuses, is virtually non-existent.
How does one arrive at this point?
How do I find myself, arriving at this point?
The secret, while it may be such, couldn’t be simpler.
And because it’s so simple, you will not like it.
You will wish it were complicated.
Because this would provide your mind with another excuse.
Another chase to go on, so that you may remain in the same place.
The secret is simply this:
Seeing the truth, no matter how unthinkable; no matter how selfish and terrible, or even “good” it may sound — as just that: the bona fide truth.
You don’t have to like it.
It may make you squirm in your seat.
You may feel guilty for even thinking about it.
But if you truly see it for what it is, you can’t unsee it.
Of course, this doesn’t mean you have to do anything with it.
You couldn’t even if you tried.
If continuing to live with and abide by the lie is acceptable to you — it’s not a problem.
Life will go on.
And if it’s not, it’s not.
Things will take care of themselves from here.
Nature will take its course.