Wisdom to empty oneself out is not only a matter of courage but a matter of larger intelligence. The same that makes seeds sprout, birds sing, planets spin and converts caterpillars into butterflies. The same intelligence that guides one through a sudden rage of emotions while one drives back home after dropping off a loved one somewhere in pouring rain. To accept what arises in one’s experience is a process that just gets a whole lot enjoyable when a conscious attempt is made to slow down, notice more, stop resisting and start appreciating. Wiping down the fog of one’s breath from eye glasses and using the same tissue to soak up the sudden outpour from one’s eyes is just an acquired intelligence. Taking responsibility of one’s own unfolding is an intelligence too, however, when a truth is discovered in opposing perspectives, soul is painfully enough intelligent to be free!
Life is too short to nurse the wounds inflicted from where least expected…life is too short to be intelligent enough to let them linger on…
Just forget it Anoop if not forgive!!!