I have begun to find that the antidote to much of my suffering is the willingness to admit to myself more and more each day that I am the problem.

I began to understand that blaming anyone or anything for the state of my own life was ultimately to surrender my very own freedom to that which lies outside of my control.

I realized that in every situation in my life, the very own single common denominator was this: that I was there.

In the beginning, it is a bitter pill… but after swallowing, it birthed the very essence of what it means to hope…which is, in my definition, the opportunity to participate in my own life, and the power to further explore the intimate relationship that I ultimately have with my own desttiny.

This is by no means self-condemnation, but quite the contrary, a high love and a great service to the self. I can only heal so far as I can begin to accept that I have a choice in every situation, circumstance, and moment… and if life is comprised of these 3 things… then I might have a choice in my life - freedom.

Suddenly, we have forgone the idea of a savior - be it a God, a relationship, or simply something or someone to blame -as we realize are not helpless after all.

It’s just that so many of us will spend our whole lives, searching the ends of the Earth for someone or something who might have the answers when that very person greets you in the mirror each morning.