I have this realization about once a year. I don’t know why I always forget. It never fails to reset me.
It’s a process for sure, but a process well worth it.
It’s instant calmness. It’s Sativa. It’s chamomile tea.
It’s shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
It is cringingly pathetic to watch people constantly shove their stories at others.
Supply and demand, my guy. Don’t supply yourself where you’re not demanded.
And when you find yourself in a place where you are demanded, don’t supply yourself where you’re not appreciated. Where you’re not honored.
Shut the fuck up until somebody asks.
Those who are not curious don’t deserve to know. Being undeserving does not mean someone is a bad person in any way, it just means that you recognize the value of every part of yourself. Your little world and perspective are too valuable to be thrown around at people who aren’t interested.
Release the desire to be seen, heard, felt, admired.
Let go of the need to share yourself. Mentally and physically.
Those who are meant to listen to you will hear you. Those who are meant to watch you will see you. Those who are meant to touch you will feel you. And those who are meant to know you will find you.
Practicing the virtue of Silence pushes you to ultimately only require your own acceptance. When external validation is removed from the equation, your focus is shifted from all that you are to the reasoning behind all that you are. This knowledge is your new main source of validation.
When you understand yourself more than you understand anyone else, the value of your own perspective becomes supreme.
The only approval you need is your own.
Have a blessed day.
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