Is it because
you can not bear your own weaknesses
that you are so angry
faced with others’ weakness?
In your fervent effort
to do what must be done,
do you not see your heart?
What are you afraid
we will see, in your weakness?
Vulnerability is beautiful.
Don’t be afraid
to be kind to yourself,
and kind to others.
We are all weak once
in a while.
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For some, self-compassion is very hard to learn.
I always wonder about the source of such self-loathing.
It mirrors the truth….all of us are in the same boat. This self-enquiry makes all the difference
Or the challenge.
Ah, the source of self-loathing…that is a chicken and an egg question–which came first? Self-loathing contrasts so sharply with love that now we know what love is. It serves its purpose for love as exhalation serves its purpose for the inhalation–making space for something greater, for movement, flow, understanding. Of course it’s frustrating when the self-loathing presents itself with no solution for shifting it into something else. And when the self-loathing of another translates into the suffering of many other beings, it becomes downright scary. The source of self-loathing? All of us. the source of love? All of us.
See, and I go more for the bio-chemical. Clinical depression. How often is self-loathing unrelated to depression, I wonder?
Huge Hugs Shawn.
This is true, I believe…We can judge how people feel about themselves by how they treat others…
I’m going through a lost relationship and this literally made me tear up. It is so poignant and raw. I think the idea of vulnerability being beautiful is something I need to embrace. Thank you for this gem.
My pleasure, Maria. I’m glad it spoke to you.
The last five lines stand out for me.
As they are meant to. 😉
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Very beautiful. I am a perfectionist and very hard on myself, so I often have to take a step back and not hold people to that same standard when it is not within their capabilities.
Worse when you’re a perfectionist and are mad at yourself for something beyond your capabilities.
Or even worse, when you think you suck at something, but everyone else can tell you’re actually brilliant.
Embracing weakness, as a steppingstone to strength, I wonder about critics. Are they anticipating my sandcastle’s collapse?
Anticipation is not always satisfied, thankfully.
So true. And you expressed it so beautifully.