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Day 6
"These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they
grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world."
Self-reliance often means following our quiet, inner voice
more faithfully. It means not just listening to what we
say, or even to what we think, but paying more attention to
what usually lies beneath our consciousness. Picasso himself
knew that what he wanted to express wasn't his own idea:
"To know what you're going to draw, you have to
begin drawing. . . . When I find myself facing a blank page,
that's always going through my head. What I capture in spite
of myself interests me more than my own ideas."
Picasso wasn't aiming to express his ideas
but ideas that seemed to be beyond him. He understood that
self-reliance wasn't about absolute control and knowing the
answer ahead of time, but diving into the unknown and
trusting himself to navigate.
Write about a time you listened to that inner voice, then a
time you ignored it. How did each turn out? How did the
conversations with your inner voice differ? How can you
become better attuned to those subtle nudgings?
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The inner voice. How quiet it can be and how deaf I can be to
hearing it. I know all too well when this voice speaks to me and
I know all to well when my thoughts are too loud to hear. I have
come to trust this voice, but I don't always heed its suggestions.
An example of a time when I did listen to this voice was when
I was going out to lunch with some of my colleagues. There
was this angry lady preaching about God and harassing
pedestrians about how they don't believe in God and they were
going to go to hell. She was being loud and making people
upset. For some reason, I was drawn to talk to her.
I went up to her and said in a soft, calm voice, "Hi, how are you
doing?" She looked at me with suspicion and said, "these people,
they are going to hell! They don't know God!" My response to her,
which came out of nowhere, was, "God loves you and thats all
that matters." She looked me in the eye and initially I saw
bewilderment and then that turned into something like realization
or something. She turned and quietly started walking down the
street.
I went back to my colleagues and they were like, "what was that
about?" I just told them, "I think she was lost." And that
was that.
It was just so bizarre and I don't normally do things like
that. I don't even like talking to strangers, especially on
the street. It just felt like that was something I was supposed to
do at that moment. My mind didn't even really feel like it was in
the fore-front, rather, it took a back seat while my ghost was
hacked and being operated remotely. I was a passenger and
could only experience the happenings.
That was an example of when I listened. An example of when I
don't is for another time. It has been over 20 minutes and I
gotta go.
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