I don’t know when it started or how it happened, but one morning about a week ago I woke up with the realization that come what may, I was always safe. The opposite of this mindset was that the world was a dangerous place and somehow I was personally always in danger. This kind of thinking was fortified because I grew up during the Great Depression. During the 1930s, bad and dangerous news was taken for granted. I grew up believing that the world was a dangerous place. The idea that “I was always safe” came to me as a blessing. I could lie down on my couch and feel calm and in a state of peace of mind. This has affected my whole attitude and view of life. I now expect the best for myself and the world. It’s as if a dark cloud has passed away from me and ... Log in or subscribe to continue reading.
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