“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognizes them as our own, as the tender shoots, which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.”
~Henry Miller, Sexus
Slaughtering our finest impulses…is what leads us to not doing what we feel inside.
What stops us?
I am learning to follow the impulse, to listen to the voice inside, whether it be to steer away from things or to be drawn towards them.
Our lives are lived from the tiny impulses that happen as we move along each day.
Impulses to take a new path, to speak to a new friend, to call an old one, to send a card, to make a call, to say words we fear, to try a new idea, a new hobby; all are sparked by an impulse within.
It isn’t so much that we don’t have impulses, but fear quickly comes between the impulse and us halting it from happening.
To follow the lead of the impulse fearlessly, knowing you are in fear, but to feel the excitement of doing something new, daring to express or share a part of you that needs to be voiced, to be a playmate with the impulse.
Be a willing playmate, stop sitting on the sidelines of your life…get up and follow an impulse fearlessly.
I M Perfect lady 