Aren't you wounded?
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Aren't you wounded?
I just watched an extract from one of Krishnamurti's late public talks. It was recorded in Madras, now Chennai, in 1984, two years before his death.
If you have ten minutes this morning, it's worth listening.
Returning to the question that captured my attention, I know I am wounded.
To be honest, I believe we all are in some ways.
I remember when, as a teenager, I helped my father do some work around the house or the garden. I've always been clumsy, so it usually didn't take long before I got hurt. Minor stuff, obviously. And when that happened, my father tried to comfort me by saying I was just embodying the work. Those little wounds were part of the learning process, and they were signs that I was learning and making that skill mine.
So, yes. I am wounded.
It's part of my growing process.
Plus, as Krishnamurti says, what gets hurt and wounded are the images I have built about myself. These wounds are an opportunity to become aware of these images and begin healing.