Its hard to be the diffuser.
Who’ll diffuse me?
To be the exhillerator
In the pursuit
To others’ happiness.
I once read, in a Stephen King novel upon to me strikes inspiration, that this life is a life of service onto another toward the next step, benevelance.
For some reason it has stuck with me, and I recall it often in adverse situations. Maybe, only, to appease those moments of discomfort and to exonerate those feelings quickly.
A form of scapegoat that is viable.
I like it, a blame on “all that is” and not “what or who” that it is, seems easy. Our brains are easily tricked if we find the right practical justification. Add an image, an infographic and it’s sealed. Permenantly embedded in our minds.
Let’s use this for good, for joy.
We can accomplish trickery of our own minds to encapsulate the balanced lives we all strive for, toward better. Being better, as a whole toward values of a shared benefit, we can all gain from.
Stop blaming and start servicing, says my brain, the world needs every service you have to offer, for the greater good. Be of service, in service, and at your service for anyone who asks; and especially for those who don’t.
Eyes aren’t just windows, they are periscopes that see the path in which they are pointed. Move your sight open your lens and broaden your aperture.
When it rains; the rain washes clean any surface exposed to that element, so expose yourself, refresh who you are, and be your best.
I believe in you.