I don’t expect everyone to agree with my observations or my interpretations of my observations. I don’t expect everyone to respond to my life situations in the same manner I am responding. I don’t even expect everyone to understand. Because not everyone will.
I do expect, want, need compassion. I expect, want, need people to hold the space for me. To honor where I’m at and respect what I am making (or not) of whatever is going on.
The last thing I need (or even want to hear) is a put-down, to be made feel wrong, to be questioned for how I am being in the midst of the turmoil, to be judged.
All I need is love. All we need is love. And all it takes is love.
Might it be a bit too much to ask (or expect) from such a fear-based and fear-filled world?
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