Beloved, I don’t tell you anything new when I say that into each life some rain doth fall. You already know this well. Sometimes you don’t believe it, for instance, that even saints have days that seem unfair. There seems to be random pain. Gandhi was so for peace, and yet he was assassinated. Christ was misunderstood, etc.
What looks like grievous error to you seems to fall where and when it may.
I am aware that you are not desiring to give your pain away to others. You do not desire this kind of atonement for yourself and your loved ones. You would love everyone on Earth to avoid pain and suffering under any or all conditions, and you don’t want to run into hurt either.
You wonder that cannons are fired, hit or miss. You cannot imagine that I would cause anyone unnecessary suffering, yet you see the repercussions that befall everyone hither and yon. Long have you heard complaints from every corner of life. Suffering is suffering no matter upon whom it falls. It would seem that everyone could use the protection of armor. There does not seem to be any armor handed out to anyone. Protective vests do not seem to exist.
Neither youth nor age protect you. Nor do your beliefs seem to spare you. You can do penance or not do penance and still not defray one kind of difficulty or another. Exoneration doesn’t seem to be the way it works in the world.
No matter who you are or how innocent of wrong-thinking or wrong-doing you are, no matter how loving you may truly be, alas, you are unable to defray difficulty. Sooner or later, it seems that everyone suffers alike.
I ask you, regardless, to merit a portion of joy to yourself just the same. Go through what you must and not belabor it. Don’t think that it is your right to suffer. It is fine to make do with the best there is for you to do. It is for you to keep your eye on the sun that shines so vastly before you.
Beloved, you have the cream of the crop to pick from. Your fate is more than one-sided. You have choices as to what to dwell on. You have more than one option. You have the contents of the whole Universe.
The idea that you must suffer is a man-made idea. I say kindly to you that it is primarily the world’s idea and not your idea that you must suffer. You mandate that you must suffer, and then you account for the reasons. You add them up. You have an open-ended list, and, as it happens, the more you think of the people in your life who foil you, the angrier you become. Is it not like this for you? You heap up one report after another. You prove to yourself again and again that you are someone who is unfortunately unfairly wronged, and you hold onto your grievances in big block letters. Herein is how to bear the brunt of this world no matter what.
Beloved, you are a fall guy when you say you are. This is the picture you paint and the picture you keep looking at. You prejudice yourself. You call this wrongdoing to yourself and call foul, as though you are obliged to draw wrongdoing to yourself. You are rather obliged to call goodness to yourself, so say I.
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