Victim or Victor? Thoughts on living fully.

I've been a victim. I am a victor.

The course of my life is determined by who I choose to be each day.
I do not let the circumstances of the present or past dictate my future or how I feel about myself.
I choose to believe in what is beautiful.
I choose to believe the best of the world and those I meet.

Greatness comes from seemingly small consistent daily actions.

Happiness is a sacred strength of spirit. It requires both a sword and a shield.
Happiness is gained through what we give to this world without expectation of return.
Happiness is protected by protecting ourselves from those who would destroy it, destroy us, or deny us our power to have it; we must cut them from our lives.

We must shield our happiness by focusing on those who do good to us and others.

Gratitude sustains internal joy.

Entitlement destroys all that is good.
Expectations of others are daggers we stab into our hearts.

Unconditional acceptance of ourselves in every moment heals the deepest wounds.
Acceptance of others and who they choose to be, allows us to chart our path around the sharp stones and walk through beautiful forests.

Trying to change others is equivalent to bloodletting a doctor to cure a patient. It drains life from the world.

Our purpose is to do what we love.

A soulmate is a person who encourages, accepts and is loyal to the one they are with.

We are each greater than we know.

Humility and the willingness to change ourselves is the key to everything we want in life. We can only achieve externally what we first create within ourselves.

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