When I was little, my evil
stepfather who forbade me to ask questions or to express my reality. He
was an ass. Questions create identity. The questions you allow yourself to ask of others as well as yourself
are the building blocks of your identity. Your soul wants to know! The more you squash the questions of your soul, the more you shrink your existence. Your soul is constantly asking questions, but are you attuned? Do you answer with dogma before your heart gets a chance to ask? It's not about knowing the answer to everything so much as it's about listening with anticipation to all the little questions of your heart. Don't discount your own authentic voice. Allow yourself to ask AND ANSWER your OWN QUESTIONS.
Don't discount your own authentic voice. Allow yourself to ask AND
ANSWER your OWN QUESTIONS, even those you've been conditioned not to ask.
The understanding of your right to ask questions without being shamed or
judged is the essence of finding out who you really are.
Validate the QUESTIONS of your heart by giving them room to roam, and wait for YOUR own answers.
I was prevented from asking questions as a 3 year old child... that screwed me up. Today I am relearning to listen.
Unless the pain for being there is so great, we have no choice but to search for answers, then we find the questions...
When you ask questions of others, prepare for them to misunderstand, and to many times give you an answer you don't agree with. That's okay. Keep asking anyway.
Validate the QUESTIONS of your heart by giving them room to roam, and wait for YOUR own answers.
I was prevented from asking questions as a 3 year old child... that screwed me up. Today I am relearning to listen.
Unless the pain for being there is so great, we have no choice but to search for answers, then we find the questions...
When you ask questions of others, prepare for them to misunderstand, and to many times give you an answer you don't agree with. That's okay. Keep asking anyway.
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