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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 634627" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I wholeheartedly agree that we are forced, at some point and in some way, to come to the place of acceptance described in that letter.</p><p></p><p>For me, that drawn out moment of acceptance changed the way I saw.</p><p></p><p>Changed the way I perceive, I mean.</p><p></p><p>There seem to be patterns, really intricate patterns, too complex to see through our times of suffering. All I could conclude, all I can know right now, is that there seems to be purpose In every minutest occurrence. I read once that if we glance at all the nameless little, tiny weeds along the dried out pebbly roadside and then, actually examine one of those countless tiny flowers close up, the complexity of existence, of the world we do not see, will blow us right out of the water.</p><p></p><p>And that is true.</p><p></p><p>That does not mean I like any of it.</p><p></p><p>I am so deeply angry at what was lost.</p><p></p><p>I accept that, too.</p><p></p><p>There it is.</p><p></p><p>It is what it is.</p><p></p><p>Pema Chodron wrote something like that, once. About a time when we stop needing to comfort ourselves with hope. </p><p></p><p>About giving up active suffering.</p><p></p><p>But that doesn't mean I like what happened. It means I am no longer shamed by what happened.</p><p></p><p>I so deeply regret it.</p><p></p><p>But the intergenerational complexity of the why it happened just doesn't seem to be coincidence.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 634627, member: 17461"] I wholeheartedly agree that we are forced, at some point and in some way, to come to the place of acceptance described in that letter. For me, that drawn out moment of acceptance changed the way I saw. Changed the way I perceive, I mean. There seem to be patterns, really intricate patterns, too complex to see through our times of suffering. All I could conclude, all I can know right now, is that there seems to be purpose In every minutest occurrence. I read once that if we glance at all the nameless little, tiny weeds along the dried out pebbly roadside and then, actually examine one of those countless tiny flowers close up, the complexity of existence, of the world we do not see, will blow us right out of the water. And that is true. That does not mean I like any of it. I am so deeply angry at what was lost. I accept that, too. There it is. It is what it is. Pema Chodron wrote something like that, once. About a time when we stop needing to comfort ourselves with hope. About giving up active suffering. But that doesn't mean I like what happened. It means I am no longer shamed by what happened. I so deeply regret it. But the intergenerational complexity of the why it happened just doesn't seem to be coincidence. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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