in the sky there is no distinction between east and west. without a clock there is no distinction between past and future. people create the distinctions in their minds and then believe them to be true.
illness is a fact of life, a necessary part of life. i have had more than my share perhaps but less than others.
there is a time for everything including healing and much of what makes us ill takes its form from our minds.
“once there was a man on a long journey who came to a river. he said to himself: “this side of the river is very difficult and dangerous to walk on, and the other side seems easier and safer, but how shall i get across? so he built a raft out of branches and reeds and safely crossed the river. then he thought to himself: “this raft has proven very useful to me in crossing the river; i will not abandon it to rot on the bank, but will carry it along with me.” and thus he voluntarily assumed the unnecessary burden of the raft. can this man be called wise?”
i no longer wish to carry the unnecessary burden of the illnesses in the past and only assume the burden of making it through the day.
and that is what i have to say about my illness…
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