Every unkind thing I’ve ever done came from an honest desire to do good by helping “right” triumph over “wrong.”
I’ve come to believe that fighting - even on the “right” side - is violence, and violence - even for “good” - always results in undeserved suffering.
Fighting is division. Separation. Fighting for good, for the “right” side is division powered by ego. Because where does “good” come from? Where is the idea of “good” born but in ego?
Sometimes I’ve thought that beating people up (or beating myself up) for doing “wrong” made me good. When that happens I become a teacher of division.
It’s a mistake.
We are whole and do not need to prove it. We can’t even disprove it. Everything is in place. Including our mistaken notions about “helping.” When I feel like I need to demonstrate my goodness I am beautiful and insane. And there’s nothing wrong with the insanity.
I just find that the only reason I ever fight is because I’m suffering - and that I suffer whenever I fight.
Even for good.
Every damn time.