One day I will play the accordion up in heaven, among the clouds

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  One day I will play the accordion up in heaven, among the clouds. There, where the air has no weight, where sound does not hurt. I will sit within the soft whiteness, and my fingers — those trembling witnesses of earthly imperfection — will move smoothly, confidently, without fear. There my hand will not make mistakes from the neurological disorder I have , because in eternity there is no misfired impulse, no confused message between brain and muscle, no clash between will and body. There everything becomes pure intention, an endless flow of sound and light, a complete merging between what I want and what I can . I see myself holding the accordion — that strange instrument suspended somewhere between breath and prayer. Each opening of its folds is like inhaling the sky , each closing — exhaling the light . Perhaps this is the prayer I’ve always searched for. Not the one spoken aloud, but the one the body whispers when the mind gives up control. There, above, perfection is...

๐‘ป๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡-๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’•

 ๐‘ป๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡-๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’† ๐’˜๐’† ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’๐’…. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’•๐’‰ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ช๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ช๐’๐’–๐’“๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’“๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’„๐’๐’๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’†๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”, ๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡-๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’๐’†๐’”.

This quote, spoken by Brenรฉ Brown, highlights the importance of valuing and protecting our true sense of belonging and self-respect. Rather than viewing these as commodities that we must negotiate with the world, Brown argues that they are fundamental aspects of our identity that exist within our own hearts.

According to Brown, the call to courage involves protecting our "wild heart" from constant evaluations, particularly those that we impose on ourselves. In other words, it is about embracing our authentic selves and resisting the pressure to conform to external standards or expectations. This requires vulnerability, self-acceptance, and a willingness to take risks and stand up for our true values and beliefs.

In a world that often places a premium on external validation and conformity, the call to courage can be a difficult one to answer. However, by embracing our inner truths and recognizing the inherent value of our own sense of belonging and self-respect, we can find the courage to live authentically and create meaningful connections with others who share our values and passions.

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