I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
At some point, we need to stop identifying with our weaknesses and shift our allegiance to our basic goodness. It’s highly beneficial to understand that our limitations are not absolute and monolithic, but relative and removable.
Pema Chödrön, No Time to Lose: A Timely Guide to the Way of the Bodhisattva (via yoga9vipassana)
I came close to thinking this thought a couple of days ago. Amazing to see it stated here by Pema Chödrön. Not surprising, though….