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Wisdom after age 30

On compassion:
With awareness, comes understanding
With understanding, comes compassion
With compassion, you stop looking for perfection (in yourself and others)
And instead, you seek connection.

Play and fun are only possible in an environment with established safety, trust and respect.

Fondness and admiration coupled with mutual respect make more of a difference than all the communication skills and psychoanalysis in the world.

In life, you don't get what you give. You get what you are.

Emotional availability can only happen when there is reliable interdependence, and both partners committ to the following principles:
Believe you are loveable and worthy of affection.
Make your partner's needs and feelings equal to yours.
Give up your secret life / backup plan.
Take action to make your partner a priority in your life.
Learn to control your emotional impulses to create distance / to pursue closeness in unhealthy ways.
Share your feelings, dreams and fears.

The simple definition of mindful presence:

For others: 
Be present for the other
See the other
Seek to understand and listen to the other

For yourself: 
Be aware of yourself
See yourself clearly
Understand and listen to your inner self

Loving kindness:
Being the embodiment of love
Being open to giving and receiving love
Connecting with the world in a loving way

In arguments, don't:
Make moralistic judgements
Make assumptions
Talk more than you listen
Make demands

Do:
Make observations
Express feelings and values
Listen with curiosity
Express wishes and dreams





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