Without love, affection and sensitivity, we feel
miserable and empty - But giving love without
expectations, respecting viewpoints without
superior self-righteousness, make us feel
blissful
When I choose my own attitude in reaction to
attempts to pull my strings, I am free; when
I’m in charge of my reactions, untouchable
by offensive behavior, I am free to love
everyone
And let them love me without fearing rejection
and conflict, knowing I am free to leave if need
be, without regret or blame - Freedom is the
one thing that nobody can take
from me
I am not free yet, but I understand
the concept - and practice
makes perfect…
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