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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0010 The Great Release</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We begin by loving our parents, <br>(said the famous author) : <br>later we judge them; <br>rarely, if ever, do we forgive them…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a jaundiced view? <br>we remember (most of the fortunate) that childhood, once, <br>was bliss, and life was full and endless<br>and lived entirely in the present, <br>skies were blue, or rain meant indoor play; <br>and happiness and joy was always ours..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and yet, we blame our parents…<br>violently; or gently; or with unspoken qualifications…<br>made me do this; held this from me; <br>gave me too little attention; breathed down my neck too much...<br>the list goes on; the grudge; the shoulder-chip; <br>what secret solace that such misery affords! <br>we are so justified - our lovely, wilful selves! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">suppose we believed, as Hindus do, <br>that something of us finds its way, at death, <br>into another body, another destiny, <br>in order to progress – or is it rather, to return –<br>to our god-given, blissful nature, <br>full of all we need; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and thus it follows as the night the day<br>- and as the death, the life –<br>that this our present life was dreamed up<br>by previous faults, yet set <br>by some divine program of mercy, providence, <br>to aid us, a Stoic show-jump course<br>so cunningly set out that we might overcome, <br>within ourselves, what stands<br> in our wished, natural, entitled way to bliss..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the inwardly courageous may take this view<br>to heart; exclaim triumphantly, <br>this is the life I chose me for myself –<br>I chose my parents, and all these seeming<br>outward, self-depriving, abusive things<br>around my rediscovering self – for, no-one else to blame; <br>today is now indeed<br>the first day of my real life; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and singing on our way, rejoice<br>to be ourselves as we would be</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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later we judge them; 
rarely, if ever, do we forgive them…

a jaundiced view? 
we remember (most of the fortunate) that childhood, once, 
was bliss, and life was full and endless
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