If others are responsible for my misery, I am stuck. If I am responsible, I am free.
Relieve me of responsibility and you think you do me a favor.
But your relief is condemnation.
Without the power to choose misery, I lack the power to choose happiness.
Only those who leave me without excuse are my friends.
Only they speak the truth. Only they believe in me.
Only they offer hope.
The power to choose is within me.
I choose every minute, every day:
Do I choose responsiveness, or resistance?
Choose resistance and I am blind to the choice.
Nevertheless I choose.
Therein lies my hope.
A brief excerpt to wet your appetite from a book called The Choice. Written by The Arbinger Institute.
By the way, when was the last time you danced on top of a building? You really need to try it again sometime.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.