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Drop The Fools Gold

Before you arrived in this world—before breath, before bone—you agreed to something. Not to a job, or a title, or a bank account. You agreed to a curriculum. A peculiar kind of education not made of facts and figures, but of lessons. Lessons in love, in humility, in letting go. You laid them out like breadcrumbs on the forest floor of time. Some in order. Some scattered, just to keep things interesting.

Now, imagine you’re walking through your day and—oh!—a conflict arises. Most people recoil. “What a shame,” they say. “The day was going so well until that happened.” But what if that tension, that friction, wasn’t a mistake, but an invitation? A reminder that one of your hidden lessons has just stepped into the light.

When two people disagree, it is as if life has placed two piles of treasure on the table between them. One is pure gold—the lesson you came here to learn. The other is fool’s gold—shiny, self-righteous, and utterly hollow.

Now, if you see the disagreement not as an attack, but as an interactive experience—one that you yourself orchestrated before you ever had a name—then suddenly, you get curious. “What lesson did I hide here for myself? What part of me is ready to be softened, humbled, or healed?”

Perhaps it’s an apology, a moment of silence, or the courage to take responsibility. In that instant, the energy that once felt like poison becomes medicine. You take a piece of the real gold off the table. You’re richer, not in coin, but in clarity.

And if the other person does the same—without ego, without the need to win—they too gather gold.

But beware: if one storms away, smug in their righteousness, they walk off with the fool’s gold. The glitter of being “right” with none of the reward of transformation. And if both leave in anger, both clutch the false treasure, and the lesson remains—waiting, patiently, to reappear again.

You cannot define another’s lesson. That would be arrogance dressed as wisdom. But if you meet the moment with compassion and sincerity, you might just become the mirror they didn’t know they needed. And that, dear one, is how we all help each other home.

So when you sit at the table of conflict, remember this:

The lesson is the gold.

And love—quiet, unassuming love—is the only way to mine it.




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