No one hurts your heart but yourself, do you
understand Me? It is not what occurs that
injures you. You think someone else caused your
heartache. Someone else may be the trigger, yet
you pull the trigger and hurt your own heart.
You draw conclusions, and you accept the
conclusions you draw, and you point your finger
at the other person. He injured your heart, you
say. He stabbed you and twisted the knife. You
are the only one who has the power to do that.
Conclusions you draw stab your heart. What
others do or do not do is their business, not
yours.

The same act can be seen in more than one way.
You are perhaps quick to take an act as an
affront to you.

Everyone is trying to balance his life
in the world as best he can. No one takes you
captive. In his attempt to free himself from a
situation he perceives in the way he perceives
it, someone may bump against you or even knock
you over. Perhaps the seeming other simply is
trying to make his way in the world. Fearing
what he was fearing, perhaps some kind of
imprisonment from you, perhaps, he was simply
running for higher ground. He was trying to
survive, just as you are trying to survive. He
is trying to get out of the way of what he may
see as a flood, let’s say, and seemingly, your
heart gets stepped on. Your presence is
incidental, you understand. It is something
within himself that the other is fleeing, and,
yet, you feel hit in the crossfire.

There
were no real bullets in the gun. You wounded
your own heart, for you too are only trying to
flee from an untreated hurt, from a hurt of long
ago that you happen to see raising its head
from the past. Contrary to your evaluation, no
one is doing anything to you now except
recalling to your mind a long-blurred long
ago-met contusion and confusion of the past.
Your initial appraisal was incorrect because you
did not have enough information. You
misinterpreted in the first place. You took on a
hurt that was never yours to take. You were
there, yet it was someone else’s pain that you
took as your own. It was someone else’s fear
that attached itself to you. You were innocent,
and yet you proclaimed yourself guilty, guilty
of someone else’s lack, and so you declared
yourself unloved instead of loved.

You were cast in a play once.
Unawares, you play that same role again and
again. You remember the lines so well, and yet
you have forgotten that you already have played
that scene. You can’t seem to get off the page.

You
do not see what is in front of you. You see the
past instead. You feel you have something to
undo, and you try to undo it now. You
encapsulate the past into the present. You do
not know any new lines to say. You were hurt
once, and now you hurt yourself again, as if
that were the role you had to play, as if you
couldn’t choose another role. You are capable.
You can change roles. You can step out of an old
costume and don new clothes.

A role you play is only a role. You
are not consigned to it forevermore. Only it is
you who has to recast yourself. Once you were a
small child. Now you are a grown person. Once
someone in his own lack of vision betrayed your
heart, and you have let occasions replay what
never should have happened to you, but did. It
happened. You don’t have to replay it ever
again. What you once were, what you once
suffered do not have to stick to you. You are
powerful enough now that you can rewrite your
script and make it what you will. Rewrite it
now, and be done. Open up the door to your
freedom. You have the key.

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