Jail

I must free myself.

I could not understand why I could not find what I had been looking for.

Every time I moved forward, I would move further behind.

I thought my heart had been on lockdown, but my heart is love, and I would never do anything to hurt me.  I thought maybe my soul was restraining me, but my soul loves to fly free, in our beautiful world.

I finally realized it was my mind that had jailed me.

But when I examined the jail, I realized the bars were only in front of me.  If I looked behind me, I could go as far as I chose.  If I looked at the sides, I realized I could go around the bars.

The jail was simply my mind playing tricks on me.

So, I went around the bars and then examined each bar individually.

There was a bar of fear.

A bar of not being loved.

A bar of unhappiness.

A bar of hurt and pain.

A bar of being unintelligent

A bar of not being enough.

All these bars put me in a false jail of unworthiness.

I have always had the power to destroy all of these bars.

False Jail

Fear, fear of what?  Of living?  That fear will certainly destroy my life, but it is a false fear I have placed on myself—a fear I did not deserve.  No one should ever fear living.

Being unloved, why should I feel unloved?   I come from love, and I am love.  All the love I need is within me.  We all have that love; more importantly, we deserve to love ourselves.  We don’t need permission.  It is who we are.

Unhappiness: why did I choose to be unhappy?  I kept looking outside myself for happiness When I had been carrying it all along.  I had folded it away for another day.  I tucked it away and forgot it was right there for me to choose.  Maybe things have not worked out as planned, but that should not cause unhappiness.   Every cloud has a silver lining; if something does not work out, it is because there is something better for me behind the next door.

Hurt and pain.   Physical hurt and pain can happen, but I cannot jail myself because of it.  Emotional hurt and pain are temporary.   It is up to me to stay in the hurt and pain, locking myself in, or I can choose to go through it or around it.  I must consider it a lesson, not a way of life.

Unintelligent,  please!  Everyone has some form of intelligence.  All intelligence does not come from a book; some are innate, and others come from living.  I may not be a genius, but I can learn and grow.  I can survive and one day thrive.

Enough, what is enough?  I do not need to be enough to fit someone else’s definition.   I only have to be enough to fit my definition.

Free Myself

So, that jail of unworthiness can no longer keep me as a prisoner.

I am free, and I have found myself.