I realize that some of us are at a point where we know other people need to change and get well before they can love, before they can be loved, that their path to success is blocked by their trauma, their the issues that have been building for years, so we urge them to fix themselves, for them to get well, for them to figure it out and rid themselves of their inner demons, because we know it is their time for healing, and we know that it is time in their journey to getting well, and we know that healing will finally give them peace in their lives, peace that we know they want, peace that we know they need.
That… is a mighty long single sentence.
And let me pause my thoughts there for a moment.
For me, I’m realizing that their journey is not my onion. I’m realizing that my own onion needs my own hands.
I’m realizing that maybe compassion isn’t my helping other people peel their onion in order to be loved.
I’m realizing that maybe my job, my role in compassion, in peeling my own onion, is to pause. It is to sit with myself, and with others in this life, while they figure out what to do with their own onion.
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