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Recently, I got very angry with my Mother, and I felt quite discouraged, discouraged and tired. I realize that I am not responsible for anyone other than myself in that sense, but, as all humans do at some point in their existence, I had a great error in judgment, and now I am paying the consequences in my soul, spirit and being. . Sure, we all love “the top of the mountain”, winning and the top of the tower of the Cathedral of God lit for us. In fact, however, I realize that all temporary failure is part of training to make the winner permanent. Now, I do not excuse my behavior or the reality created by me in any way. However, I do validate it as part of the reality that I make myself. Sure, I could just totally “shrug my shoulders” and just acknowledge the winner, “top of the mountain” and all that cool stuff, and forget about the climb that got me to those wonderful places. But then, if one does not remember or recognize the process, how can progress really happen beyond those two dreaded words?

I recognize reality, and all of it, with its times of activity, times of inactivity and times of change, but most importantly: I realize that to do what you want, the first thing you have to do is what you need : good, bad, ugly. , pretty and all.

He was giving me a summary of “my fault” or “mea culpa” and I have decided to go ahead making my slips, not letting them fall, and do what I need and want to do to keep climbing through life without feeling sorry for myself. In short, I will have some dignity and a realistic and honest “home ownership” quality about myself, winning, losing or drawing in the short and long term. Are you reading that? That means wins and losses don’t matter, this is how I play my hand in life!

In closing, I would like to add a totally personal note, not just as a postscript or something I’m saying, this is an intimate fact in my reality: sometimes, feel just plain unlucky in a bad way, and that good has passed me by. I say the word “I feel” like that, and not the words “I’m just unlucky” because we choose how we feel and take the opportunity for ourselves or take the opportunities away. What we are in a being, doing and having meaning is the most important, the rest is disposable. Especially the past realities, because now reality is cold here now, and the future is just a note of promise to us that hasn’t happened yet. So I can honestly say start this minute, this second here and now to turn reality in your favor no matter how you want it. feel, because reality is not as bad as your feelings might make you seem. Take responsibility and live better from now on, there is no other place to start.

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