this, written to another, seems a thing i would do well to remember myself. pressing it into wax.
compassion is not always kind, sometimes it is wrathful. perhaps if you stopped looking at others as ill intended and instead, viewed even their harsh comments as the peerless wisdom making itself heard to you, turning those comments into lessons, or at least, pointers to places where your own negativity resides, you might learn how it is that all such comments are helpful in your compassion endeavors.
it is an easy thing to let self convince you that negativity is anywhere but inside. a good friend of mine has the following saying in which i have always found great wisdom:
“Remember. Remember. Remember until you forget why you do. Then, remember that what you remember has nothing to do with them, only to do with you.”
Suffering is a heavy thing. But not any heavier than the realization that it is always and forever chosen.
(note — it is odd the way i quote myself. but to quote myself as if it were someone else speaking often saves me from feeling proud that *i* said something that might actually be worth remembering. so… for the record… that’s the reason.)