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Standing up for myself....

You know what since childhood, I was taught praise in front of everyone and give feedback only in person secretly. And I follow on to this very strictly.
There was another thing that was taught and that was to respect the elders and the relatives. But before that respect yourself first. Do not let anyone disrespect you. And again I follow that in my life.
Sometimes, when elders give you feedback in front of people when you are not at fault, it hurts.
But then what to do in such a situation?
Some elders do it because when they talk, they are not mindful of the power of their words which are like sharp arrows and they pierce straight into the heart. And ouch...it hurts...
In such a situation, do you stand up and protect your self-respect or allow them to disrespect you in front of many others.
One such situation happened and I was in a conflict whether to stand up for myself or to respect the other person. If I stand up for myself, then I am disrespecting the other person.
You know what? I realized...
If I cannot make peace with myself, I cannot make peace with anyone in the world.
If I love myself, I can love the world.
If I can stand up for myself, I can stand up for anyone in this world.
If I can speak for myself, I can speak for anyone in the world.
And then I decided to speak up and shake away all the feedback like how a wet dog shakes away the water from its fur.
Today I chose to shake away the layers of feedback under which my authentic self-was going to get buried and shake it off...
Today, I chose to respect myself and my soul more than the others...
I choose to please myself.....
I choose to love myself...
I also choose to thank the situation which brought clarity to my thoughts and helped me decide...
And I shake it off....
Shake it off...
and shake it off....
And FORGIVE and forget...
(ਮਨ ਤੂੰ ਜੋਿਤ ਸਰੂਪ ਹੈ ਆਪਣਾ ਮੂਲੁ ਪਛਾਣ।।)

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