It's taken me a long time to really realize that I am worth more than the miseries I hold onto.
And despite whatever experiences, or accomplishments, or acts of kindness (and cruelty) I have undergone or performed, neither any of these things entitle nor warrant myself any specific benefit or advantage. There is luck, and there is disadvantage but
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but more importantly, I agree that you (and all of us) are worth more than the miseries we hold on to (or not, but have experienced).
This is an amazing revelation that you had, Geraldine. I hope it keeps you going onwards and upwards. :)
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I hope it will bring you some comfort.
A Heavy LoadTwo traveling monks reached a town where there was a young woman waiting to step out of her sedan chair. The rains had made deep puddles and she couldn’t step across without spoiling her silken robes. She stood there, looking very cross and impatient. She was scolding her attendants. They had nowhere to place the packages they held for her, so they couldn’t help her across the puddle ( ... )
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it's three tales told within the actual story.
I love the story about the robber too!
take care =)
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