When I was little, I remember spending a lot of time outside in nature. I had a small yard but back then it seemed like a massive jungle for my little mind to explore. Beside our home, was a shrub full of ladybugs. I loved them. One day, I was sitting in the grass across the yard from the shrub and I found a lady bug all alone. I remember feeling sad and having a deep desire to help this little bug - so I did. I gently stuck my hand out and waited patiently for the lady bug to crawl onto me. Once she was safely in my hand I carefully carried her back to her “home,” the shrub. It made me so happy that I started hunting for misplaced lady bugs to return home. It became a habit, and day after day I would make a point to spend time on my mission to save the lady bugs. Well, let’s be realistic, I was a kid so this probably only lasted for a week or so. And in retrospect, the lady bugs were probably relieved that this annoying kid FINALLY stopped interrupting their lives. But at 5 yrs old I’m pretty sure I believed I was doing these bugs a great service… like I was Mother friggin’ Theresa of my backyard! Actually, at that age I probably had no clue who Mother Theresa was.
My point here is this… Somewhere along the way I “grew up.” I lost the sensitivity I had as a little 5 year old girl trying to save lady bugs.
Why? At some stage of my evolution I started to believe that being sensitive was the equivalent of being weak.
WHAaa..?? Really? Being sensitive, a real human being, makes me weak? Who in the hell taught me that one?
Moral of the story?
SAVE THE LADY BUGS!!!
HONOUR YOUR SENSITIVITY, DAMMIT!!
When I finally learned this lesson (and, I’m still working on it), I freed up an incredible amount of energy. It feels good to be real! Who knew…
“Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.” ~Osho
In happiness and health,