Am I brilliant, sexy frigid, thoughtful, stupid?
Remember the scene in 'The Holiday' when Jack Black writes a tune for Kate Winslet? "I only used the good notes."
Music doesn't have 'good' notes. It has notes. Composers weave them into tapestries of emotion, dark, light, color, ecstasy, despair.
People use labels for their own reasons, for righteous reasons, for angry reasons. For categorizing reasons, for tender reasons, for healing reasons, for connecting reasons, for validating reasons.
They say things because they are full of desire,
or jealous, or drunk,
or angry or hurt,
or feel they are losing everything,
or about to gain everything.
They call names because they have a hole inside, or they are so full up with anger/lust/love/fear/grief/joy/excitement/promise that they have to SPEAK.
They call you names because of what's inside of THEM, not what's inside of you. It takes decades to understand this. If you are calling others names or are taking on the labels people are levying, stop. Stop doing that.
Gabrielle Bernstein's new book has a whole chapter on judgment and it's an interesting read if you think you've worked that shit out. I guarantee that you have NOT. I had not. I have not.
And carrying around that name calling energy, which we ALL DO, hurts us, not the people we label. So let's stop it. Let's see others in their highest light. Let's see ourselves in the highest light. Let's see ourselves as we are--divine energy in human form.
NAMES I’VE BEEN CALLED.
Not funny at all