Lessons, Lessons, Lessons ...

so i'm reading this book that talks about lessons ... the lessons we're meant to learn in this life and the people we choose to be around--how those people are instrumental in us learning lessons --whether it's that they are further ahead in the process and will teach us something; or they are far behind and because of their behaviors toward us, we will learn something--even if it is to take control and have the courage to confront them, or their behavior toward us will help us realize negative traits in ourselves (fear to speak up, fear to be alone, attachment to negative patterns) and will prompt us to change... when the latter is the case, once we learn the lesson we will most likely leave those people behind--we will realize we have outgrown them once we "wake up"...
and then there are people who are in our lives to prompt us to be courageous, their presence in our life is edifying, they help us grow by example, they push our limits, they help us open up and disengage from the negative patterns we're so attached to and comfortable with ... they hold up a mirror so that we see ourselves ... the trick is to know how to tell the difference between the two ... our gut always knows ...but, of course, the question is: do we have he courage to listen to our gut?

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