For every tear one has cried…. there is a lesson there inside….. will not be found in texts or treasured manuscripts……it must be examined by itself

the disturbing feelings that were aroused…. Coaxed memories and sounds that are woven in our minds as mental threads that hold secrets that we must inspect to uncover thoughts we try to reject

Spending time walking through the mud we are able to see the “crud” in life we have grown to accept….. they become part of our identity

when I examine my tears of knowledge I am able to see how I have lashed myself to experiences that triggered certain emotions and they have become reflective…… without thought

many times offering a response I didn’t wish to give and therefore was received poorly

acceptance is crucial in people… places…. things I cannot change…. Equally important is the courage and clarity to reject thoughts and reactions that do not mirror my desire to grow spiritually

there are reasons for those tears ….. some are valid and many are not… I can only be affected by what I accept…… learn from the educated of those tears and be willing to reject any part of the doctrine that allows you to be the “victim”….

you are always equally responsible for every one

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the lost education of tears

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oboe the hobo