The questions that matter

“Why doesn’t anyone have compassion, Ray?  Why do we judge each other so much?”
“Because, well, I guess because we’re scared.”
“But I’m scared.  That’s why people are judging me.  What would they possibly be scared of?”
“They’re scared of your pain.  They’re scared it could happen to them, that if they listen to you and let you in, they might feel the same way.”
“I…Ray, I just feel like I need love.  If I could just feel loved, I could give myself to people.  If I felt accepted…just once, like I was good enough, I think I would be okay.”
“Can you accept the possibility that you are loved already?  That you don’t actually need their acceptance to feel love?”
I paused, thinking.
“I don’t know.”
“Stop thinking.  Feel it.”
I relaxed my fists and let my shoulders drop.  My legs were going numb on the cushion.  My mind was buzzing incoherently.  I had to pee.
“I don’t know.  I just want to know why we don’t accept each other.  Why we ignore each other, why we can’t see that everyone is the way they are because of fear, and that we’re all afraid of not being good enough and so we go around telling everyone else that they aren’t good enough.”
“But that’s just the way it is.  That’s what’s real.”
“But it shouldn’t be that way.  We should love each other.”
“But we don’t.”
“But we can.”
“But we don’t.”
“But we will.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because we have to.”




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