I accept that inheritance is limiting regardless of the exhortation to exceed expectations by will and drive.
I accept that I am a piecemeal of genetic bits and cultural creep all coursing through my veins without complete conscious adaptation of my ideas, opinions and “norms.”
I accept that “my” ideas, opinions and beliefs are not wholly mine.
I accept that I am mostly reactionary and adaptive to survival.
I accept that I am fortunate that I was not born elsewhere to other parents in a different era.
I accept that I am both capable of change and unchanging, and that I will spend a lifetime learning which changes are possible.
I accept that I have made choices that have and will change the trajectory of my life irreparably.
I accept that it is easier to live than to die.
I accept that I know a far greater number of truths than I am willing to accept.
I accept that I am a human animal with unused and underutilized potential.
I accept that I have greater desire than will, greater intention than action and greater invention than motivation.
I accept that the attempts are all that I have sometimes.
I accept that 99 percent of the time there is nothing wrong in the exact moment of any given moment I take inventory of all that I am.
I accept that I can tolerate nearly anything for 15 minutes.
I accept that I live completely in faith that I am not going to die any time soon.
I accept that every exhale is one expired breath closer to my death.
I accept that I experience life as do-over opportunities each awakening.
I accept that I have my mother’s optimism.
I accept that I have my father’s temper.
I accept that I am not the same person I was ten years ago, or even yesterday.
I accept that I have far fewer fears as I get older but far greater ones.
I accept that I am to blame for something in someone’s mind somewhere.
I accept that I am indebted to someone for something somewhere.
I accept that someone is grateful for my having been born.
I accept that acceptance is not merely writing the words but a knowing practice.
In the gaze of the other 