The World Is Full of Victims

For years I wandered around drinking myself silly and feeling sorry for poor little ole me.

The world is full of victims. What we are is what we choose to be. We're our own architect. We're the sum total of our every thought, our every word, our every action, every moment we been alive.

Life has lots of followers and a few good leaders but precious few truly superlative teachers.

We’re all here to help each other. Like it or not, we’re all students and teachers. We’re here for one another as much as for ourselves.

Learning to accept others is part of the plan. We can fight it or we can allow it. It’s up to us…everything is.

At the end of the day the sun sets. But it will rise again and so will we.

We have a choice. We can choose to learn and rise above…or not.

Only time separates our knowledge of who and what we are. As time unfolds, so do we…wiser and more aware of who and what we really are.

On thing rises (exists) above all else. It’s what all life seeks in all its different ways. When everything is spent…when all is tried and failed…when we finally give up, give in and allow...there is love…waiting for us. It’s been there all the time, patient and caring, expecting us at any moment to accept who we really are. It will happen. It’s only a matter of time. Love can wait us out.

Don