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We Choose Our Parents
Parents contribute to our liberation, both through their dark and bright elements
When I was five years old, my father left home. He had his issues with my mother, with himself, with the responsibility of being a father, and so on.
By making a choice within his journey, he contributed to mine, opening space for what I had to overcome and conquer, offering one of the mediums or opportunities for my missions in this lifecycle.
“He was an asshole!”, many could say.
“He did the best he could, based on his perception’s range of himself and the world at that time”, I would respond.
Does this mean I consider him a good father and a responsible person, in “earthly” terms?
No.
It just means I understand that he couldn’t “see” beyond specific borders at that time.
And that stands for every one of us.
When someone is blind — literally blind — can we be angry at the fact that they cannot see something we hold in our hands? Do we tell them “How can you not see it? I am showing it to you!”?
No.
But we do it with metaphorical blindness, or — better say — with whatever other people don’t see the way we believe they need to see.
— In some of these cases, we are the…
