On December 11, 2024
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Crosscurrents

Cosmic Catalogue

Grief is the price you pay for love. War is the price you pay for peace. Discipline is the price you pay for freedom. Nothing in life is free. Few people are willing to pay the price for what they want. Do they even know what they want? 

People think they know what they want, yet cannot identify the crosscurrents within them that inhibit their progress. You might call these blockages. For example, you might want a relationship but like your alone time too much. Maybe you want to save money but can’t resist a sale.

We all have these kinds of crosscurrents. To identify them, you have to be honest. Are you giving just to get something back? Do you want to receive but are unwilling to give?

This week brings a variety of opportunities to look at things from a multitude of perspectives. If you feel as though you’re spinning your wheels in frustration, then let that frustration be the fuel for change.

Like paying the price, few people like change. This week, ask yourself whether you’re more afraid of change or of staying in precisely the same place you are. Work done now will reap blessings you cannot imagine.

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