So we continue to source our power outside of ourselves.

When you blame someone for something that happened to you, you take yourself out of the equation as responsible for its creation.

When you blame something for what it had happen to you, you deduct yourself from any reponsibility for what happened.

When you blame anything period, you immediately imply that you are a victim.

If you're a victim, you can't be the creator of your own life. The architect of your design. You can't have your cake and eat it too.

You can only have one or the other. Either you take responsibility for creating your life and stake your life on it... or keep blaming everyone and everything around you for how life goes.

As human beings we have these tendencies. We have tendencies to dream.

In the same breath, we have tendencies to be homocidal maniacs.
Yes, we do.

We are murderous of dreams. Our own. Other people's. Strangers. Family member's. Friend's. Good Friend's. People We Say We Love.

We kill dreams. And we say that we're realists in our justification of this murderous behavior. Because realism is definitely synonymous to murder.

C'mon. Who are we kidding? We kill dreams because we're afraid they'll come true.

And we kill other people's dreams, because we figure if ours aren't coming true, then other people's definitely aren't getting close in the running.

Yes, I mean you.
You. Sitting right there in that chair reading this blog right now.