u/ImaginaryRegular7635

I left my home the moment I was born.

I left my family.

I left infinite love.

I was sad and scared.

I was a baby.

I stayed close to my house for a few years.

I had lots of love inside of me still.

But now I was by myself, I didn’t have a family.

And, slowly, the love inside me started to drain.

I could replenish my love by feeling happy.

I was happy when I played.

But eventually, people told me I shouldn’t play, so I stopped.

I wanted people to like me.

The love continued to drain.

I felt sad and scared a lot of the time.

The beautiful parts of life kept me going.

Those I loved kept me going.

Love itself kept me going.

Love kept me strong.

The love continued to drain.

I felt angry.

I felt lonely.

I started to feel sad and scared again.

I had lost something.

I had no choice but to face my pain.

Eventually, I began to remember.

I remembered my first home.

I remembered my first family.

I remembered infinite love.

I thought their loss might be the source of all my pain.

How long have I had all this pain?

I remember the baby that left it’s home.

I want to hug that baby and keep it safe.

I want to tell that baby that everything is going to be OK.

I want to tell that baby that I love them.

I remember myself.

I want to hug myself and keep myself safe.

I want to tell myself that everything is going to be OK.

I want to tell myself that I love myself.

I love myself.

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When I accepted that I was still an innocent baby, I got closer to home.

When I accepted that all others are innocent babies, I got closer to home.

When I accepted that the Universe is an innocent baby, I got closer to home.

When I give love to others, I get closer to home.

When I give love to myself, I get closer to home.

When I feel the love I have for others, when I feel the love I have for myself, I realize:

I am home.

I left my home the moment I was born.

I left my family.

I left infinite love.

I was sad and scared.

I was a baby.

I stayed close to my house for a few years.

I had lots of love inside of me still.

But now I was by myself, I didn’t have a family.

And, slowly, the love inside me started to drain.

I could replenish my love by feeling happy.

I was happy when I played.

But eventually, people told me I shouldn’t play, so I stopped.

I wanted people to like me.

The love continued to drain.

I felt sad and scared a lot of the time.

The beautiful parts of life kept me going.

Those I loved kept me going.

Love itself kept me going.

Love kept me strong.

The love continued to drain.

I felt angry.

I felt lonely.

I started to feel sad and scared again.

I had lost something.

I had no choice but to face my pain.

Eventually, I began to remember.

I remembered my first home.

I remembered my first family.

I remembered infinite love.

I thought their loss might be the source of all my pain.

How long have I had all this pain?

I remember the baby that left it’s home.

I want to hug that baby and keep it safe.

I want to tell that baby that everything is going to be OK.

I want to tell that baby that I love them.

I remember myself.

I want to hug myself and keep myself safe.

I want to tell myself that everything is going to be OK.

I want to tell myself that I love myself.

I love myself.

——

When I accepted that I was still an innocent baby, I got closer to home.

When I accepted that all others are innocent babies, I got closer to home.

When I accepted that the Universe is an innocent baby, I got closer to home.

When I give love to others, I get closer to home.

When I give love to myself, I get closer to home.

When I feel the love I have for others, when I feel the love I have for myself, I realize:

I am home.

Fear stops growth.

Fear stops serenity.

Fear blocks our ability to know the truth.

Fear is the one and only root of hatred.

Fear is the desperate clinging to the illusion.

Freedom is stepping outside of your illusion.

There is a world behind this one.

There is no fear there, in the real world.

The root, of all fear, is the fear of losing the illusion.

As you loosen your grip on the illusion, fear loses it’s grip on you.

Fear is part of the illusion.

Pain is part of the illusion.

We all feel fear and pain.

Give yourself a break, my friend.

Live without fear, if only for a moment or two.

Gaze into the real world.