Except Your Own

Now that you're here, you've realized that everything you have and want are up to you and you alone. We always here about the story of how grandmothers would pray for you, they would always say; lord please watch over my baby. Your mother would be up all hours of the night worried, hopping that you would get it right, and your father if there was one in the house would sit and have his own private concerns about you. When you were a child, you were cared for by your mother she would take responsibilty for your actions, always trying to protect you from harm. She would teach and train you in right from wrong, so that hopefully you would grow to be fine young man or woman. Now that you've grown up, you can't say mother, father or anyone else, your fate in life is totally up to you. We will blame everyone for our misfortune, not taking responsibility for anything, but all that is your life right now, you brought it, weather good or bad, you have to own it.

When you begin to change your thoughts about yourself, your everything changes, as it is in the internal, show shall it be in the external. It's truly a sight to see, when the inhabitants of any planetary civilization cross the tipping point and begin to individually accept complete and eternal responsibility for their own happiness. Yet, this hardly compares to the mountain quaking, body shaking, polarity-flipping, hero-making occurrences that transpire within you when such inhabitants graduate to accepting complete and eternal responsibility for their every twinge of unhappiness.