The wise man carries his possessions within him. Bias
The only things that are forever ours are what is deep inside. Possessions of man made material decay and crumble with time and use. Self is the place where the only treasures that really matter are stored. But even there the contents can be jumbled in an instant by a wide variety of emotions. That fact was proven over and over this week, and is the reason I am writing Wednesday's post on Saturday.
Even the most self aware individual makes new discoveries about themselves when they face something unfamiliar. Sometimes the past casts a shadow you never noticed before when you open a door long left boarded over. Worries with no apparent solutions weaken even the most hopeful mind. A sudden shock can cause a stumble that leaves you off balance and limping until you find your footing again. The reliving of a brutal day can re-open wounds you thought safely healed.
By Monday I will have experienced each of those things in a week's time and survived. And Tuesday I will begin to thrive again in spite of it all. I have a lot of rearranging to do, it seems, but I know that when done I will have another pile of debris to toss out for good. The circle just never ends. And true wisdom comes from keeping only what expands your insides, and tossing out all the rest. Treasure hunting of the soul is a full time job, it seems.
THINK ABOUT IT
LET IT GROW