I am human.
I have a heart which is basically a series of scattered emotions, which do not necessarily steer me in the right direction.
I believe I have a soul, even though I am certainly not truly spiritual.
I have a mind, which too often is cluttered with memories and training rather than expansive and elastic for new ideas.
And I have a strength–a body–which in my case is burdened with poundage.
Knowing the bane of my existence in all four of these areas allows me to maintain both humility and a passion for intelligent self-improvement.
So the bane of my efforts in my heart is thinking that because I feel it, it must be real. Actually, if I feel it, it’s important to find out why I feel it and why it is possibly not real.
The bane of my soul is that I am asked to believe spiritual things which are irrelevant to my actual journey, while discovering how powerful I truly can be.
The bane of my brain is that it’s insane. It is trapped in repetition and must be taken out of that cycle in order to make progress straightly.
And the next thing I eat needs to have the good taste of flavor and the good sense of nutrition or the bane of my strength will be weakness.
If we do not recognize the bane, we begin to deceive ourselves that the way we are will satisfy our needs.
Without being challenged, our arms become too short and our legs lay limp.
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