The Gift
A burden. But a burden worth bearing. For whoever the bearer, must confess, his nature.
His irrational ways. His desire for power. His manipulative methods. His fallibility. For he must criticize, analyze, and scrutinize, himself.
He must be vulnerable. He must be true. For then only, can he bear gifts. Gifts, money cannot buy.
A realization.
An understanding.
We are the same. We are one.
Unlocking compassion
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