universe

It is strange how ones concept of self depends so much on others. This week has been an example of case in point. So much going wrong, so much negative reactions and what is the one common element? So naturally I assume that since my world revolves around me, then the cause of all the problems must be me.

Yet all it takes is a couple of people to tell me that the reactions are not due to something I have done, but to something else other than me working in their lives, or to give a different reaction, and my perceptions change again. One or two good things happening, positive actions and reactions and I can once again start to allow myself to be me.

But dear angel. It does highlight one concept, makes me wonder one question. I wonder if the son of Adam actually does realise how big a part he is of my universe. I wonder if he knows how much he does mean to me, how much I do care. About him and for him.



Given this set of circumstances, is it either wise, or even your right, to know?