Moment to moment, I choose to view this world as harmonious or hostile. It’s an inside job, this choice I make, independent of the acts of others. When I maintain harmony WITHIN, I find complimentary energy WITHOUT. When I choose disharmony, I perceive malice and I behave maliciously. What I feel, I project; what I project, I attract.
Harmony implies equality, humility and humanness. In harmony, I forgive others their mistakes as I forgive my own. Harmony equals acceptance. Disharmony accentuates differences, separating victor from victim, us from them, haves from have nots. Victims forfeit, then resent power, control and choice.
For me, blindness comes with anger. Anger at the gods who single me out and anger at people who disrespect me. As victim, I display the arrogance that my trials are more arduous than yours. Arrogance borne out of self-pity is the victim’s revolt. It is reactionary to the nth degree. It is disharmony of first believing I am less than, then greater than, my fellows.
Back on the street, I realize that when power brokers jostle me, it is my own sense of inadequacy that triggers my resentment. Now a jogger hurdles my white cane and a motorist crowds me in the crosswalk. How dare they? I take it personally. How easily I forget that what others think of me has less to do with me and more to do with them. Insinuating myself as injured party in their life drama is so egotistical as to be laughable. If I need to inflate my importance, I’ll consult my dog. Yes, I grumble at the incautious, then dig deep in my harmony bag. Today’s mantra? Things happen through me not to me. I am the source rather than the object. Repeat as needed.