It's actually more of a question that I've been pondering. Everyone - from my friends, to authors, to psychotherapists - says that before you can truly love anyone else in a healthy way you have to love yourself. What does that exactly mean? (I always envision those happy-go-lucky people wearing "I <3 Me" t-shirts with huge smiles plastered across their faces.) Sometimes I feel that the blissfully ignorant - in my view those with a lack of needing to over-analyze every facet of life and self - are indeed pretty damn lucky. I feel like if I could only get over myself, my mind, my need to see the depth in everything, I'd be perfectly fine.
How do you get to the point of solely focusing on your inside spirit when we live in a world focused on external appearance and accomplishments? Some people may say religion or God brings you to that revelation. It's not that I'm against those ideals - I'm a highly spiritual person - but it doesn't seem to jive with the existential roller coaster I seem to ride on a weekly basis. I thought I did a good job of learning to envelop myself in my own skin last summer...why does stress seem to strip away all that hard-fought tranquility? It's as though I take out the disappointments and emotional stress of others upon myself. Stress just seems to eat away at my spirit. I had an interesting conversation today with some co-workers who made an interesting point. I may be able to bench 20 pounds over my own weight...but when it comes to just dealing with, well, the stress of life, I'm using 5 pound dumbbells. Are there any other light weights out there?
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