When we stop plunging ahead in our activities long enough to just look, we become gentle.
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CLEAR ALL
After years of practicing anxiety, fear, hatred, depression, and so many other feelings we can conjure up in seconds to carry around with us all day, we become very skilled at feeling things we don't like, and very inexperienced at feeling things we do like.