I had a dream last night and I felt guilty this morning. I felt bad that in my last post I had generalised about human beings. I am beginning to see a thread. I know that as individuals there are incredibly brave, wonderful light filled beings but my sadness comes at our inability to operate en masse, as a crowd.
The dream involved me in Amsterdam with a bike that got stolen off a film set.I was the protagonist and in dreams as often as in life my search proved futile but I met interesting, hope filled characters on the way.
This morning I had the honour of meeting professional honourable human beings but as is often the case they had to come out to see me. I won't reach out to others. It is a wound. It is this inability to reach out and help others without conditions which is causing me much soul searching at the moment.
I apologise for my black and white thinking in the last post and hope that you were not too offended. I know that we are all trying our best. I suppose what I want to see more of in the world, if I have to identify it is compassion, something that I am working hard towards, compassion without condition.
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