Shame’s Proximity

It’s what I believe.  I’m not worthy to be in proximity of anything good.  My reflection onto it, I believe, is rejected.  Certainly rejected.  I feel that rejection.  It hurts.  Terribly.  Avoiding goodness, then, avoids feeling terribly hurt…

My problem is that goodness is like air.  It’s permanently certain.  Inescapably.  So I’m permanently certain, then, to always feel rejected.  Unless I make peace with it.  My belief can change…

Goodness is not rejecting my reflection.  It welcomes it.  Luringly.  I can harmoniously live with its permanent certainty…  I need to believe that.  Today I will try.  Again.