Wink ๐Ÿ˜‰

Gravity is only the bark of wisdom’s tree; but it preserves it โ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒโ˜˜๏ธโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ

I no longer have the time.

I have come to a point where I no longer have time for certain things. Not because I am arrogant or angry or depressed or cynical, but because I’ve reached an end in my life where I won’t waste time on that which wounds me, belittles me or others, devalues me or others, or seeks to sabotage my course toward myself.

I no longer have the time for cynicism and criticism when it is a person’s only life view. I no longer have the time for those who don’t care for me, for those who can’t be authentic, for those who judge, for those who manipulate, for those who can’t identify truly loving behaviors.

I am not curious about your created drama or conflict, or comparison. I don’t want to waste another minute with people who are inflexible, judgmental, unkind, self-centered, arrogant, critical, or purposefully obtuse. I have no interest in flash or bling or any form of attention-seeking behavior.

This is a choice I am making after many years of giving time to people who have trampled on my gifts, heart, time, and efforts. I am happy with this decision, a decision I didn’t always know that I had the right to make. I’m interested in changing that which is willing to change. Time is a gift, and I have learned, at last, to value it.

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)