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You are a unique individual. And whatever you are, that’s the way existence wants you to be. Enjoy it. Existence created you because it loves you, it loved you so much that it couldn’t resist the temptation to create you. There has never been anyone else just exactly the same as you, and there never will be. Without you this existence will not be the same, there will be a hole. Without you this universe will lose some poetry, some beauty: a song will be missed, a note will be missed, there will be a gap. Existence loves you, otherwise you would not be here.

[worde]

The Happy Learner I used to ask, What if? What if I’m too broken, too late, too much, not enough? I used to sit in rooms lined with stories that told me to try harder, fix faster, do more- as if salvation was performance, as if love was something earned. But now I know: I am the happy learner. The one who stopped studying pain as if it could teach me anything true. Now, every breath reminds me— I was never wrong about love, only about myself. Every lesson now is a holy echo, a soft whisper of remembrance, a gentle light peeling back illusion. This sadness? A doorway. This tension? A teacher. This resistance? Only the voice in me that forgot how free I’ve always been. Resistance is not rebellion. It’s grief that got dressed in armor, the last stand of a mind afraid to be seen in its softness. But oh— I am learning. Not with shame, but with wonder. Every moment is a mirror held by God saying: “See? This too is part of your light.” “This too is how you remember.” From what if to what is. And what is is all there is. And what is is so, so good. I walk now not under the laws of this world, not bound by timelines, conditions, or karma. I am under no laws but God’s. And God’s law is grace. God’s law is joy. God’s law is be still and know. Thy will be done— not as thunder, but as song. Not as sacrifice, but as celebration. Not as striving, but as surrender to the peace that was always mine. So let the old curriculum fall away. Let the classroom enfold into light. I’m not here to earn my divinity— I’m here to live it. I’m here to laugh at the lie that said I had to become. I already am. And in this holy instant, I remember: I am a happy learner. I am learning that I have never left. I am learning that what is, is already perfect. And so it is.

[worde]

Don't keep the company of people that you *think* you deserve. Be around people who see you.

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As an artist, if you love something, that's all of the value. The success comes when you feel I like this enough for other people to see it.

[worde]

A person's deepest desire is to be loved (valued) for who they are.

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I will not equate my worthiness of love, belonging or respect based on how willing someone is to give me those things.

[worde]

Stop fighting existence; We will not win the war against uncertainty by becoming certain. We will not be able to be stable by trying to make the unstable stable. Instead we find certainty and a sense of stability by embracing uncertainty and instability… The universe is always carrying us to our highest good even if our highest good takes us through hell.

[worde]

Winners live in and deal with reality.

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A person who is able to really live is able to fully immerse themselves in moments of simple joy/pleasure.

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"Were afraid we can't hold a boundary (I don't dare) because basically were afraid were going to be alone forever, that's everyone's core fear… Keep writing it (daily practice)… It's part of being human… But the one thing that will keep you out of a relationship forever is emotional entanglement with an unavailable person." Anna Runkle

[worde]

JOY

Joy does not arrive with a fanfare, on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life. Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee, watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right. And you usher joy away, because you are not ready for it. Your house is not as it must be, for such a distinguished guest. But joy cares nothing for your messy home, or your bank-balance, or your waistline, you see. Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life, that’s how joy works. You cannot invite her, you can only be ready when she appears. And hug her with meaning, because in this very moment, joy chose you.

Donna Ashworth

[worde]

Grandma, how do you deal with pain?

With your hands, dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens even more.

With your hands, Grandma?

"Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our soul. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, touching the earth or sinking it into the earth, they send signals of caring to the deepest part of you and your soul calms down.This way she doesn't have to send pain anymore to show it.

Are hands really that important?

Yes, my girl. Thinking of babies: they get to know the world thanks to their touches. When you look at the hands of older people, they tell more about their lives than any other part of the body. Everything that is made by hand, so is said, is made with the heart because it really is like this: hands and heart are connected. Masseuses know this: When they touch another person's body with their hands, they create a deep connection. Thinking of lovers: when their hands touch, they love each other in the most sublime way.

My hands, Grandma... how long haven't I used them like that!

Move them my girl, start creating with them and everything in you will move. The pain will not pass away. But it will be the best masterpiece. And it won't hurt anymore. Because you managed to embroider your essence.

[worde]

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

Alan Watts

[worde]

So the basic conspiracy has been created in every child – the idea that you are absolutely worthless, that you are not up to the standard, that you are not as intelligent as you should be, that you are not as beautiful as you are supposed to be, that your behaviour is ugly, to improve yourself, to prove yourself. That’s what improvement is: an effort to prove ’I am somebody.’ The ego is nothing but an effort to cover this inner worthlessness that has been created by the society. My effort here is to give back the dignity that really belongs to you.

Osho

[worde]

And remember a great paradox: the real dignity has no ego in it; the real splendour has no idea of any superiority. In fact, the ego is just a cover-up for our worthlessness. Because we think ourselves worthless, we try to prove in every way that we are not worthless. That effort is our ego trip – ’I am a president of a country, I am not worthless. I have so much education; I am not worthless.’ ’Look, I have got so many lovers; I am not worthless.’ But deep down we are constantly nagged by our worthlessness. Deep down we know we are worthless, dust unto dust.

Osho

[worde]

Whatsoever you do, you can always imagine better. So a perfectionist is always in misery. He can never be satisfied, never; that is not for him. I want you to be whole. Whatsoever you do, you do totally and you are not concerned with the result. You are only concerned that you are not withholding anything. You love; you love totally. You meditate; you meditate totally. You dance; you dance totally. You just become the dance and forget the dancer completely. Whether the dance was perfect or not is not the question at all. And who is to decide? Only one thing you have to decide — whether you were totally in it or not. If you were totally in it, I say it is perfect — if you were not totally in it, I say it is imperfect. That is my meaning of perfection.

Osho