Unloving use of will
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 10:39 am
Hi,
I have been thinking lately about the use of my will, over the course of my life, and how it seems as though somewhere along the line I really made a choice that I was OK with being unloving to other people (and to myself). That i was OK with attacking, blaming, ridiculing, punishing, and generally harming others in all sorts of ways. I made a choice.
It seems to me now, that some people who are in a more loving condition than myself, must have made a different decision somewhere in their life; that they were not going to act in certain ways that are damaging to others. I understand that everyone has fear, and fear causes us to act in harmful ways, but some people I guess just have a stronger desire to love than others. I am wondering what it is that causes this difference. I suppose it is very personal to the individual. Some people seem to have had horrific lives but their desire to love is intact still; damaged maybe, but intact.
I'm wondering where mine went so long ago, and why I made the choices I made.
This is a question for God I feel, but feel free to share your insights if you have any!
I have been thinking lately about the use of my will, over the course of my life, and how it seems as though somewhere along the line I really made a choice that I was OK with being unloving to other people (and to myself). That i was OK with attacking, blaming, ridiculing, punishing, and generally harming others in all sorts of ways. I made a choice.
It seems to me now, that some people who are in a more loving condition than myself, must have made a different decision somewhere in their life; that they were not going to act in certain ways that are damaging to others. I understand that everyone has fear, and fear causes us to act in harmful ways, but some people I guess just have a stronger desire to love than others. I am wondering what it is that causes this difference. I suppose it is very personal to the individual. Some people seem to have had horrific lives but their desire to love is intact still; damaged maybe, but intact.
I'm wondering where mine went so long ago, and why I made the choices I made.
This is a question for God I feel, but feel free to share your insights if you have any!