Now That I Know That

I Sometimes React To Making A Mistake As If I Have Betrayed Myself. My Fear Of Making A Mistake Seems To Be Based On The Hidden Assumption That I Am Potentially Perfect And That If I Can Just Be Very Careful I Will Not Fall From Heaven. But A 'mistake' Is A Declaration Of The Way I Am, A Jolt To The Way I Intend, A Reminder I Am Not Dealing With The Facts. When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

I Don't Need A "reason" To Be Happy. I Don't Have To Consult The Future To Know How Happy I Feel Now.

Don't Fight A Fact, Deal With It.

You're Wrong Means That I Don't Understand You, I'm Not Seeing What You're Seeing- And I'm Not Seeing All Of You There Is To See. But There Is Nothing Wrong With You. You Are What You Need To Be, Doing What You Need To Be Doing, And Although I May Take Steps To Protect Myself Of Others, I Do Not Know All And Therefore Am Literally Inadequate To Judge.

Unless I Accept My Faults, I Will Most Certainly Doubt My Virtues.