I feel as if I’m in a runaway carriage. There is so much going wrong at the moment while I sit helpless unable to hit the brakes.
We have no control over people, places or things. All one can do is lay back and more or less watch the scenery.
I often wonder why I’m treated so badly by other people. Why do they leave? Why am I not valued more?
It’s about them, I’m told. But when it happens over and over, are you really not somewhat at fault? Have a part in it…some collusion?
I tend to blame much of what occurs on my hearing loss. It’s shunned, as if it has leper qualities. Fear of contagion, making others run feeling totally justified in their callous retreat.
Have I done that, I’ve asked myself, believing in karma the way I do…the law of cause and effect. I am so hurt by others cringing to think, could I have done the same to someone in kind?
All things pass, comes to mind. This will too. This feeling of lovelessness.
It all boils down to owning the responsibility for our thoughts taking back the power from others who make us feel small.
Taking back the reins.
Like Glinda said to the Wicked Witch of the West…you have no power here! Begone, before somebody drops a house on you.
Now there’s a thought.