Finally I am coming to the conclusion that my highest ambition is to be what I already am. That I will never fulfill my obligation to surpass myself unless I first accept myself, and if I accept myself fully in the right way, I will already have surpassed myself.
—Thomas Merton
I used to think that having someone declare his/her love to you is an affirmation of what you are: that someone has accepted you wholly and without question for everything that you are and could be. Having that declaration that I am loved is an assurance itself that, out of all the possible permutations of quirks, pet peeves and nuances summing up to a Freudian-defined (or Junguian, if that floats your boat) personality, I am acceptable to at least one soul who is not related to me. That can be a big deal.
However, I find myself reverting to yet another cliche whilst I was amending my values, overall life outlook and what-not after experiencing a surprising punch on the gut brought about by recent events. Hinging your worth on someone else’s validation is not the way to go through life. You perfectly have to accept that at this moment, this is all you are. What you will do moving forward in your life is all you. No one else can say that they molded you in a certain way through their “approval”. No one can make you into something that you are not.
Everything you have become, you must accept that in many ways , that is the true version of yourself.
