I don’t know, but,

maybe our biggest, unconscious reason for disliking or even hating things, is that we’re afraid they might be true.

What if we were wrong all the time?

Imagine the sheer amount of energy and time we spent believing it, shaping it, staying with it, and defending it!

The discussions we had, the judgments that came along, the fights, the moments of dwelling in the soup of superiority.

How painful would it be if it turns out we were off?

How bad would it feel to realize we have been fooling ourselves?

Of course, we stick to what we know!

Unless.

Unless instead of automatically seeing it as a failure, a flaw, something we overlooked (which makes us ignorant and stupid and an awful waster of time), we’re able to see it as an opening, a path to liberation.

It’s SUCH an innocent misunderstanding.

Stubbornly sticking to something because we’re somehow deeply afraid that we were betting on the wrong horse and we’re about to find out, makes total sense.

The psyche is brilliant, and the personality is fascinating, but their single most important task is to keep you confined within the restrictions that the mind helped you to build in the first place.

It’s like living in a cramped little room within a huge castle, trying to make the best of your limited space while disregarding all the stories about the whole fucking miracle that’s right outside your door.

Because that’s what we do.

And we don’t know until we know.

So consider this: what if the stuff you loathe or criticize, the stuff that offends the shit out of you, is actually the key to the rest of the castle with its endless amount of rooms and hallways and basements and attics and libraries and gyms and gardens to explore and play in?

What if your fear only means one simple thing:

You’re getting dangerously close to who you really want to be.

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