Riding along on my exercise bike yesterday, and getting nowhere pretty fast, ;) my thoughts wandered to competitiveness for one reason or another and, as I again registered I've never been one for competing, the thought "because in winning, I'll be hated," swiftly leapt out in front of me, forcing me to look upon it.
On doing so, I received the thought, and image of: God and 'you' celebrate your victory - even if others damn you for winning.
And it came to me, "Those who damn you for winning, whom you are trying to please, do not love you. Why do you reward something that is not love...?"
What a thought, ay - and something worth pondering:"Why do you reward something that is not love...?"