A love letter to choice
Intention, priorities, choices, pattern. Are these most often linear? Do they follow this order (always?) May be of the same family. Perhaps cousins because of the lofty though undeniable connection between each.
Perhaps:
Intention serving as the infrastructure behind each thought, word and action we produce.
Priority being an influencer of choice, based on desired outcome, current position, ties of binding.
Choice being the action resulting from both, which can be taken consciously or unconsciously
Pattern, the repetition of choice and intention, can be based on priorities. Can also be based on self sabotage, and feelings of unworthiness. Pattern, a way of acknowledging that the current repetition of choice (ours or others) is creating tension or space.
Boundaries. Invisible, subtle, can be exceptionably malleable, swayed or also of electric fence strength. Formed and executed based on priorities and choices.
A love note to the blessed days the eyes are clear to see that strife for giving away too much of oneself to others can be turned off with choice, with releasing it, with letting it go. To the days we know there is a difference between letting our strife go and going into denial. Can we let go but still be true to where boundaries lie?
What is the amount of spaciousness for us to have where we both are taking part in all the corners of our universe that we require/desire contact, nurturing and creativity with?
How we do anything is how we do everything. Including love others. Including love ourselves.
A love letter to the gift of a day where choice feels available, based on the amount of freedom we are willing to receive, or the trust we are willing to surrender into.
A love letter to the days where this is truth: Take any choice you want but be perfectly ok with it.
An honest acknowledgement that each individual’s day-to-day level of agency varies with lifestyle and a host of socio-economic factors, where at any given moment some people actually have less choice than others. And the privilege of having a life to contemplate these possibilities isn't freely available to everyone.
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“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.
I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping.
I hate conflict and comparisons.
I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals.
And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”
~José Micard Teixeira