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I am me
In all the world there is no-one exactly like me.
There are persons who have some parts like me, but
no-one adds up exactly like me.
Therefore anything that comes out of me is authentically
mine becaue I alone chose it.
I own everything about me-my body including everything
it does, my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas,
my eyes including the images of all they behold, my
feelings whatever they may be-anger, joy, frustration,
love, disaqppointment, excitement, my mouth, and all
the words that come out of it, polite, sweet or rought,
correct or incorrect, my voice, loud or soft and all my
actions, whether they be to others or myself.
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own
all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because i own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted
with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with me
in all my parts. I can then make it possible for all of me
to work in my best interests.
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and
other aspects that I do not know. But as long as I am friendly
and loving to myslef, I can courageously and hopefully look for
the solutions to the puzzles and for the ways to find out more
about me.
However, i look and sound, whatever i say and do, and whatever
I think and feel at a given moment in time is me. This is
authentic and represents where i am at the moment in time.
When i review later how I looked and sounded, what i said and
did and how i thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be
unfitting. I can discard what is unfitting, and keep that
which proved fitting, and invent something new for that which
i discarded.
I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do. I haqve the tools
to survive, to be close to others, to be productive and to make
sense and order out of the world of people and things outside
of me.
I own me, and therefore i can engineer me.
I am me and I am okay.
©
Tyrone
1999
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