Compartmentalizing: we all do it, every one of us, whether we know it or not.
Within the boundaries of our own lives we have become structured, and within that structure we live according to pattern.
Everyday I would wake-up to begin my day in exactly the same way I began it the day before. Without deviation: what I did; what I believed; how I perceived others. It had become a settling rhythm that un-jumbled the mind and cleared out the cobwebs, regardless of it's truth.
The contents within each locked compartment dictates our truth. It is how we perceive others. It is how we perceive ourselves. It is how we see things and believe them to be.
What is inside each locked box has created the boundaries of our existence. Were we to unlock the room where each compartment sits in dark silence, would we become unbalanced? Would it somehow disrupt the pattern? Would the routine of the minutia be shattered? Yes! Yes! And yes!
I have formed this opinion of you regardless of the truth. It is how I see you therefore it is who you are. Lock.
To live in this manner is beneath me because someone, somewhere along the way, told me so. Lock.
No matter how good he is he is not good enough. Lock.
No matter what I do or what I’ve accomplished, there’s always more to do and more to accomplish. Lock.
These compartments keep us in darkness. We think we’ve locked them away but it is they who have locked us away.
Step outside the influence. Forget about the negative you’ve been taught or told, and unlock every lock. Let it all go, and begin new. You are NOT the sum of the parts. You are the whole.
This is a process that will not happen overnight. Just as who you are did not happen overnight. It is a methodical and systematic process that depends on the desire as well as the opportunities.
Don’t wake up one day at the end of someone else’s life.
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"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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—Mark Twain, 1896
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Friday, February 27, 2009
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