I just let them fly and squawking like old witches, the negative thoughts.
I see and hear them but I no longer give them energy, nor do I feed them.
Fortunately seagulls cannot land on the branches of my mind tree, my metaphor for personal growth, but these flying thoughts roam over the flat sea of emotion, always hungry and always ready to peck you.
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Feeling compassion is a doorway to showing compassion
