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What if there was nothing left to struggle and suffer over? What if the things I have resisted and hid from and pushed against just disappeared? What if the heaviness that I have carried through my days was lifted? What if those worries that hide in the back of my mind as an ongoing running subroutine, that I am not conscious of but that keep me from relaxing, what if those anchors were cut away? What if I were completely freed to admit what it is I am wanting without the judgments of others? What if I allowed myself the luxury to do the fun thing first instead of the chore? What if I allowed myself to take in a deep breath of freedom, and exhale the weight of resistance? What if I allowed myself to love without worry, play without penalties, embrace abundance without limitations? What if the chains I carried were only my own? What if the freedom I desired was already within, awaiting my arrival? What if the struggle and suffering were an old habit ready to be shed, then what? I would have remembered who I really am.
What if there was nothing left to struggle and suffer over? What if the things I have resisted and hid from and pushed against just disappeared? What if the heaviness that I have carried through my days was lifted? What if those worries that hide in the back of my mind as an ongoing running subroutine, that I am not conscious of but that keep me from relaxing, what if those anchors were cut away? What if I were completely freed to admit what it is I am wanting without the judgments of others? What if I allowed myself the luxury to do the fun thing first instead of the chore? What if I allowed myself to take in a deep breath of freedom, and exhale the weight of resistance? What if I allowed myself to love without worry, play without penalties, embrace abundance without limitations? What if the chains I carried were only my own? What if the freedom I desired was already within, awaiting my arrival? What if the struggle and suffering were an old habit ready to be shed, then what? I would have remembered who I really am.
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