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Who are you? Beauty, truth or goodness? Let’s find out

I was having an interesting conversation with one of my students.

Because he wanted to write his thesis on the Feelings book, an unknown entity, he needed to gain his thesis counselor’s support. And maybe even his enthusiasm. Or he was going to be alone… and it was going to be a tough road to hoe.
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What do you want, really? or asked differently What do you really want?

The answer is in the values you choose to love…

I have been harping on values… and it is as if I were speaking in an auditorium where my voice doesn’t, can’t carry… there is no echo.

Nothing and no one indicating that they are hearing me, that they are pondering, that the question is heard and taken on as a quest to answer, to ponder, to be taken with you to sleep, to your meditation, to your walks, so you eventually come up with something you value.
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

Community cannot for long feed on itself; it can only flourish with the coming of others from beyond, their unknown and undiscovered brothers.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

– Howard Thurman (1900 – 1981)

There are two kinds of values, temporary/transitory and eternal.
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How did you end up in the quadrant of Beauty, Truth, Goodness, or Power?

How? You choose it… and you choose it by your early life experience.

Of course, it is not what happens to you, but what you say about is, is what is your life experience. And it is influenced by your intangible capacities, even at that early age.

Let’s see an example or comparing two similar incidents, with two different choices.

Little boy wants to go left in the street, parents want to go home, which is straight… parents go straight, little boy is left on the corner.
Little girl goes too slow for mother’s taste, or maybe she is running late. But the mother decides to go ahead at her own pace, and leaves the little girl in the street.

Obviously both kids were picked up and taken home.

The boy said: there is no truth. I have no power. I have to manipulate them better… I will choose beauty.
The girl said: I am heavy, I am worthless… I choose goodness. I don’t need to be carried. I’ll go it alone if I must.

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