04-01-2013, 04:31 PM
One must be able to respect the individuality of another in order to be accepting. Acceptance is not merely words spoken, but is a way of approaching one's own interaction with the world. Lack of acceptance creates anger, frustration, confusion, denial, escapism and many other effects from dissociations from unity. Acceptance in its highest form is unity, all inclusive, unconditional, unlimited and therefore the highest form of love.
However! We must also remember that we must include ourselves within our acceptance, for if we do not, then we are not truly being all inclusive. This means we have to respect our individuality, and this is where all the complication comes from because when we are trying to respect both our own and another individual's individuality the relationship becomes more articulate and complex than if both were simply ignorant of eachother's unique existence. Thus from acceptance, true acceptance, should come not just understanding, but peace.
Now, peace doesn't mean stopping or stagnating. It means smooth flow, a steady current like a stream which throbs and flows with the seasons and moon but continues to ever flow until it is dry. The stream is ever at peace with its existence, it accepts itself for what it is, and being that to the fullest capacity it is able.
Then sometimes, by a stroke of some magic, a stream becomes a mighty river...
However! We must also remember that we must include ourselves within our acceptance, for if we do not, then we are not truly being all inclusive. This means we have to respect our individuality, and this is where all the complication comes from because when we are trying to respect both our own and another individual's individuality the relationship becomes more articulate and complex than if both were simply ignorant of eachother's unique existence. Thus from acceptance, true acceptance, should come not just understanding, but peace.
Now, peace doesn't mean stopping or stagnating. It means smooth flow, a steady current like a stream which throbs and flows with the seasons and moon but continues to ever flow until it is dry. The stream is ever at peace with its existence, it accepts itself for what it is, and being that to the fullest capacity it is able.
Then sometimes, by a stroke of some magic, a stream becomes a mighty river...