I suppose that one of my greatest problem lays in the fact that I have assumed a blessing to be something that is mine for the taking, verses being something that by sheer exposure to it takes me.

To assume that I and I alone have all the answers is to eventually find myself entirely alone without any answers.

I think that my fear of being sacrificial is based on the assumption that I will give away far more than I could ever hope to get back. And while that assumption is blatantly wrong, maybe the greatest thing that I’m doing wrong is that I’m walking around with an assumption.

If I have attached anything to sacrifice other than loss, I have at some level assumed a pay-off. And if I’ve assumed a pay-off, I’m only assuming a sacrifice.

Vigilance of the wisest kind is to incessantly remain open to the reality that what I ‘see’ is but a single thread and solitary shard of what ‘is’, for to assume otherwise is to surrender the wisdom of vigilance to the decay of ignorance.

In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.

To assume that I can even begin to chart a ‘straight’ path is probably the best way I can take myself ‘straight’ to the very place I don’t want to go.

The assumption of ‘rights’ is the cancer of privilege.