We carry beef. There are strings attached. Sometimes the problem is not the problem. The battle is not the war. We carry stuff around with us so that our reactions to things often bear very little relation to the thing we are reacting to. To an outsider, it can make absolutely no sense. It can seem completely illogical. Unfortunately, we are also one of those outsiders. We, being the voices in our heads. We, being the voices in my head. In yours. How we act is mostly not our choice. That is tough to admit. It is disempowering. Most of our decisions are automatic. We carry the way we see the world from the way we have been taught to see the world. Our choices are often as hereditary as our height or eye colour. Unless, we do the work. Unless, we have the uncomfortable conversations. One string at a time.
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