Love, Even Indulge, Your Inner Fool

“I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool.” – Theodore Isaac Rubin

There are times when I talk too much.

I over-explain, offer lots and lots and… of detail.

Sometimes I feel bad afterwards; wishing I could have been succinct and elegant in my words. The feeling bad is a wasted emotion.

I am better served by honoring those around me who “put up” with me – those who more than tolerate my Fool.

Given the alternative, I am better off talking “too much.”

Yeah… that’s what I’ll do.

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