If I was perfect you wouldn’t grow. You’d become dependent on me being there forever and forget the incredible feeling of success you have … when you reach for something you want and get there, all by yourself.
If I was perfect you wouldn’t be happy. You’d keep expecting me to be your entertainer, your mind reader, your rescuer, (your mother … lol) and never discover how brilliant you really are … when you need to step up and find happiness no matter where you are, no matter who you’re with and no matter what’s going on around you.
If I was perfect you wouldn’t know your own power. You’d keep expecting me to be the catalyst for your alignment and never get to experience the peace, the security and the immense appreciation you feel … when you realise you truly are the creator of your own life.
If I was perfect you wouldn’t become a leader. You’d keep putting me on a pedestal and try to knock me off instead of finding good reasons to lead the way … when you are faced with something so big that it requires you to lift yourself up and carry others along with you.
If I was perfect you wouldn’t learn how to love fully. You’d keep believing that love is about the worthiness of others instead of the incredible qualities you need to find deep inside yourself … when you have no other choice but to allow everything to be just as it is, or deny the amazing person you know you’re really capable of being.
~ (NEW Confession #676)
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