"What I think of you has nothing to do with your worth".

Words that came across my mind earlier today. I saw the face of the person, who I don't like and who's been having a hold on my freedom (transparency, it's my mom's husband). Giving him back his worth from within my mind does feel freeing. I don't like him because he's made it clear that he doesn't like me. So mine is retaliation or defense. And those words also flow in the opposite direction. What he thinks of me has nothing to do with my worth. Yes, someone could have said that to me but it would have only gone so deep. This sifted up, a surprise, from inside my body as I walked to buy half & half at the corner store. A moment of grace I want to name and incorporate, roll around with.

People honestly not liking each other but still co-existing is better than people having to "love each other" because that is a ridiculous expectation in the world of egos. We can trust that need with the spiritual truth of Love, which can hold all our disagreements. Our honestly and flexibility is what's needed down here in the trenches of life. Plus, nothing is fixed in place. Honesty allows movement and change. Who knows what will come? I feel a bit inspired that this not having to lord over ourselves with "should love each other" demands is a way forward in this world of crazy division we've been creating with our expectations.
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No person can take away another person's worth. Check, and thank you. We can coexist, all worthy of the same big Love. It's what we ultimately are.

Hi.  I have a desire to write something that's a simple easy connection.  Not too much thought effort involved, not lost in concepts for convincing anyone of anything.  What is easy?  What's simple because it's true?  And is that even worth writing about?

Maybe that's the only thing worth writing about.  Words acting like a finger pointing to what's right here.  This sensation of life right where I am, and something about this is the same as that sensation right were you are.  No time or space gap exists when we're alive in the sensation of life.  Simple and easy and true.