When my bud of happiness attempts to bloom I’ve become conditioned to whither it with thoughts of why I’m not allowed happiness in that moment. I’ve become a master at conjuring negative thoughts that serve to diminish, or even eliminate, that beautiful flower of joy.
Why must I whither the bud, the bloom, and the flower? What would happen if I passed through the negativity and found myself in the still state of allowance? What if I simply choose to allow happiness?
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