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Declare amnesty for the fool in you…..

Declare amnesty for the part of you that you don’t love very well.
Forgive that poor sucker. Hold its hand and take it out to dinner and a movie. Tactfully offer it a chance to make amends for the dumb things it has done.
And then do a dramatic reading of this proclamation by the playwright Theodore Rubin:

“I must learn to love the fool in me — the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt,promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.”

The greatest gift you can give might be the gift that you yourself were never given.

Give that gift.

The most valuable service you have to offer your fellow humans may be the service you have always wished were performed for you.

Offer that service.

An experience that wounded you could move you to help people who’ve been similarly wounded.

Heal yourself by healing others.

“The problem, if you love it, is as beautiful as the sunset,” wrote J. Krishnamurti. “The obstacle is the path,” says the Zen proverb.

What frustrating puzzle do you love the best?

—Robert Breszny
Excerpt from  “Subterranean Pronoia Therapy.”

Totally Crazy

I kick my own ass and wash my own brain.
I push my own buttons and trick my own pain.
I burn my own flags and roast my own heroes.
I mock my own fears and cheer my own zeroes.

Nothing can stop me from teasing my shadow.
I’m full of empty and backwards bravado.
My wounds are tattoos that reveal my true beauty.
I turn tragic to magic and make bliss my duty.

I honor my faults till they become virtues.
I play jokes on my nightmares till I’m sure they won’t hurt you.
I sing anarchist lullabies to lesbian trees
and love songs with punch lines to anonymous seas.

I won’t accept gifts, that infringe on my freedom
I shun sacred places that stir up my boredom.
I change my name daily, pretend to be nobody.
I fight for the truth if it’s majestically rowdy.

Gravity fucks me and I fuck it back.
The sun is my sex slave, the moon smokes my crack.
I pump up my conscience with idiot laughter.
I’m living happily, in love ever after.

I brag about what I can’t do and don’t know.
I take off my clothes to those I oppose.
I’m so far beyond lazy, I work like a god.
I’m totally crazy;

In fact that’s my job.

—Robert Breszny

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