Let’s suppose you want something.

A thing.

And let’s suppose there’s somebody else who wants it too.

What happens if the other person gets it, and you don’t?

Well, that depends.

Maybe you’re jealous.

Maybe you’re disappointed.

Maybe you’re happy for them.

Maybe you get drunk to forget about it.

Or maybe you design a cunning plan to steal it from them.

Whatever you feel, however it looks, depends on the subtleties of the story.

And that’s what makes stuff so incredibly personal.

That’s why we get disappointed and jealous, or rather forgiving and caring.

We fully believe the mental representation we have at the moment to be true.

We undoubtedly regard it as what happens, as a fact.

The real thing.

Even though the person who got the thing you also wanted probably disagrees with our idea of what it means.

Because theirs is different.

That is how it works.

That is what makes all of this, this rich and vivid thing we call life, so extremely interesting.

And there’s something very valuable and freeing we can take away from this if we would only become a bit more aware of the following:

‘Why would our story, our reading, our perception, our meaning, be the only real one?’

How extremely coincidental would it have to be if the world as you see it, is exactly as it is, 100%, even though we meet people every day who disagree?

Why do we, unconsciously and automatically, claim to know and see and live the truth?

Why is our suffering justified, why is our pain inevitable, and why do we feel like life is not treating us right?

That is the magic of this unfolding creation.

The awesomeness and epicness of the personal story.

We only ever see our own truths unfold, from the perspective of the individual we claim to be, and therefore not only believe and defend them unconditionally, but wouldn’t even doubt them for a second.

It is what it is, right?

Our story MUST be the right one, because we’re always in it.

Our experience MUST be the real one.

Our adventure is what it’s all about, totally and fully, because that is the story we live in as the central action figure.

Our world is the real world, always.

Why?

Well, because that’s how it looks, and feels, and seems, and smells, and tastes.

And so we don’t really care about the fact that other people feel the exact same about their story, their worldview.

Could you REALLY be the only person in the world who sees everything exactly the way it is?

Just think about it.

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