Don’t like spinach? Don’t eat spinach.
Don’t like spiders? Do your best to avoid them.
Don’t like gay marriage? Seems to me nobody’s forcing you to marry someone who happens to be gay.
If chocolate isn’t your thing, I may think that’s pretty weird, but that doesn’t keep me from enjoying what I have.
Just because you’re a cat person, doesn’t diminish how awesome my being a dog person is.
I’ve noticed that when my thoughts start out with “If only you (or they) would…” there’s an excellent chance that I’m not as focused on my own stuff as I need to be.
It’s taken me a long time to realize that trying to “fix” people not only doesn’t work, it just makes me frustrated and sad. And it turns out my “patient” isn’t too thrilled either.
It’s taken me a long time to accept that I’m going to be just fine even if you don’t like me or agree with me. And I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine too.
It’s taken me a long time to learn that the size of the pie isn’t fixed. Love, compassion and support expands it. Hate, fear and anger contracts it.