The Gift of Acceptance and Love

 

 
 
I want to be accepted and loved for who I am. I want the whole world to give me this gift. But it has yet to happen. Why?

Because I must be the first person to gift myself with unconditional acceptance and love. No one else can provide me with this gift until I first provide it to myself.

Once I begin the practice of accepting and loving myself unconditionally, others will gladly wrap their arms around me and love will naturally flow forever in my favor.


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