“The words you speak become the house you live in.” -Hafiz
In the past, when I wasn’t pleased with my situation, I thought that I had been a victim of a cruel fate, injustices, and others’ misjudgments. And, I seldom missed a chance to let everyone know about it. Now I realize:
- my words were defining my experience.
- many “injustices” I thought I suffered were self-inflicted. I was just clueless.
- uncomfortable “accommodations” were part of the journey to appreciating the better ones to come.
- happiness was always an inside job.
In the beginning was the word.
My words are the architect, the interior designer, and the realtor for the place I want to live.