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Injury
Daily Meditation 833–6/11/2024
A week ago, you fell off your bike while mountain-biking. You went down, hands-first, onto sharp rocks, slicing your one palm wide open and the other in various slits. They went from hands to gills real quick.
Now, this week later, they’re laced up like footballs and healing…
If you could stop picking and scratching them.
You continue to rub them and claw at them to relieve them. They’re clearly infected — warm to the touch, red, swollen, pus-draining — and as such are irritating you…so you aggravate them.
They’d heal and you’d be back on the bike in no time if you could leave ’em alone.
And our mind isn’t different than this with injuries.
Ever been called “nigger?” Or “fat ass?” How about “Fuckin’ gook?” I personally was mercilessly called “faggot” probably 50+ times a day as a teen and young adult.
It’s clear these words are wrong and intended to hurt us, even if there isn’t really ill-will or force behind them.
But then, you perseverate on those words. You meditate on them, practically. They smolder like deep, blood-red coals in a dying fire. Your continued focus on them keeps them alive and refreshes the feelings.
