We don’t have to hate ourselves for our own vulnerability. We don’t have to hate ourselves for what life has done to us.
We don’t have to hate ourselves because hurt or loss or longing has gotten to us. Our desires will always be with us in some form, keeping us firmly attached to a world that will hurt us.
We must come to love ourselves, love our life in its vulnerability, in its impermanence, not in spite of all its flaws, but because of them
Because the vulnerability, the changes, the flaws, make us who we are.
Barry Magid, Ending the Pursuit of Happiness
photo: alan Murray-Rust
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Thank you.
Nice.
I’m reminded of a poem by David Whyte called The Faces At Braga. He talks about how these so-called flaws are actually our beauty.
Thanks