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. It would never do anything to hurt me. Perhaps 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
Bars
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.
Or is it that I feel 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, even though I had been carrying it all along. I had folded it away for another day, 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.
More Bars
Hurt and pain. Physical hurt and pain can happen, but I cannot jail myself because of it. At the same time, 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. Therefore, 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.
Now, I am free and have found myself.
Wishing you bliss!
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