Nothing so bolsters our self-confidence and reconciles us with ourselves as the continuous ability to create; to see things grow and develop under our hand, day in, day out.
There was a period when I had a hard time reconciling all the different parts of me in a way that I thought would make sense to others.
As we know, forgiveness of oneself is the hardest of all the forgivenesses.
I'm OK with my appearance. I have made my peace with it after a long and frankly exhausting battle.
Having failed to conquer myself, my best hope now is to arrange an alliance with myself.
I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.
I should learn to run, to wrestle, to swim, to ride horses, to row, to drive a car, to fire a rifle. I should fill my soul with flesh. I should fill my flesh with soul. In fact, I should reconcile at last within me the two internal antagonists.
I lost my moral compass and I have done terrible things that I very much regret.
The process of reclaiming the self is one of reconciliation with meaning.
It is no good casting out devils. They belong to us, we must accept them and be at peace with them.
I no longer feel banished from myself.
The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
