and all the sudden, as if crept up on you, acceptance becomes an imperative, a burden, another requirement to live up to. You must accept *this*. You must accept your pain, your fear, the way things are or have been. You must forgive. You must let go. You must, because it’s become a moral imperative. An unforgiving condemnation.
So the release comes not in acceptance. It comes in accepting that there are some things you can’t or won’t accept, and that’s ok.
Then you’ve met the heart of acceptance, not the ego pretending to practice it. Not the peer definition. Not the punishing imperative. But the real heart of it.