We are all destined to realize our true self-worth, one way or the other. It’s not so much a calling as an inexorable pull. To the extent that we resist the pull of our true self, we are unhappy.
Letting go can be difficult because it can feel like a sacrifice. Sometimes we think we’re sacrificing, but we’re not. A true sacrifice usually has to do with the death of a dearly held belief, and most of us hate to be wrong.
It’s challenging to be unflinchingly honest with ourselves. There are so many ways we can be diverted from really getting to the heart of the matter. I continue to write, because this is my bastion of peace, and oasis of truth.
I’m taking a break from the heat of the midday sun. I’ve been thinking better thoughts (taking my own advice), and it feels good. My relationship with my parents is much better, which ultimately has to do with my relationship with myself.
Working on cars is essentially art. It’s more similar than I’d realized, and I resisted what I thought of as my fate, but maybe it’s more like my destiny. In any case, I’m interested in what I’m doing, and that’s the main thing.
The things I’ve written about; who I am, who I want to be, seemed exciting, but also far away. Now, I’m embodying the person I wanted to be, but of course, I’m also imagining myself as even more. Life is a series of catching up to who you can be, and also appreciating who you’ve become.
I’m relaxing after a good day’s work. I work on cars every day. It’s meaningful work, and so is writing.
I remember something I heard from a Tony Robbins audiobook years ago; something like, not only do we have our goals, but we also have our destiny. I feel like I’ve moved on from just having goals, to fulfilling my destiny. That’s why my life feels meaningful and fulfilled.
The person that I was in the past is still a part of me, but I realize that I’m much more than I thought. Life feels both momentary and infinite. My days aren’t any more or less important than anyone else’s, but there’s an immediacy to my experience that I really like.
There’s a certain kind of comfort and security in playing your prescribed role in society. Being who I am, and living the life I’ve lived, I’m sometimes painfully aware of various roles we’re asked to play. Roles can be fun to play, but they can also be quite confining, especially when you don’t realize that you have the power to choose the role that you play. When you become truly self-aware – which means knowing that we’re all just role-playing – then you can really have fun and be the master of your destiny.
You can’t be the master of your destiny unless you realize that you’re free to choose, and you can’t be free unless you take full responsibility for your experiences. This can be yet another painful wake-up call. Some people don’t even know that they’re free. Some have a sense of freedom, but resist it. Some have actually tasted freedom, but run back to their illusions. Some helpful affirmations could be:
- I know that I am free.
- Show me the way to freedom, and I will follow.
- Sometimes I may be afraid, but I will always take a step toward freedom.
- Freedom is my natural state. It’s who I am.
To be the master of your destiny, you must realize that your beliefs about anything comes first, and you can tell what you believe by how you feel. Emotions aren’t caused by conditions. Negative emotions are caused by negative thoughts. Positive emotions are caused by positive thoughts. Even though we can’t always choose what we think because there’s too much momentum, we can choose what we pay attention to. This is called mindfulness. The way of slavery is to react to conditions. You must go from reaction to creation.
I have to admit I was quite uncertain about what to write today, so I’m letting go of certainty and, ironically enough, writing about uncertainty.
It seems like the push and pull between certainty vs. uncertainty is at the heart of so much of what we do (or don’t). Not enough certainty, and life is chaotic. Too much certainty, and life becomes stagnant.
How do we maintain balance between certainty vs. uncertainty?
Like all of the really big questions in life, it seems like fate, or destiny, or what have you, has a say in the matter. Not surprisingly, it’s more about how I respond to the situation than anything else.
All the planning in the world won’t eliminate the great unknown, which would be boring anyway if that were possible. There’s a part of me that wants certainty, but there’s another part that knows it would be creative suicide.
When I sit down to write or paint, it’s like I’m stepping into the land of uncertainty, all the while attempting to make my ideas take on a certain form.
Sure, there’s skill involved, and I want to master my craft, but there’s something else going on behind the scenes–of which I’m not completely sure–so I’ll just call it magic.
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I really don’t want to write today — like really don’t want to.
I look at the past couple of posts, and how they don’t have any likes, and how there’s hardly any visits to the blog, and I really, really don’t want to write. I think about how stressed out I’ve been for months, and writing seems pointless.
But I’m writing anyway.
These moods come and go. Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing better in the world than writing. Sometimes I have grandiose visions of fame, glory, power, and celebrity.
What a silly man I am.
Self-compassion x 3
Writing is how I train my willpower. Willpower gained here is usable elsewhere in life. I’ve struggled getting myself to do things. Self-criticism doesn’t work very well. Self-compassion is a better alternative.
Like magic, I feel better for having written.
I feel responsible for this blog, for my work, and for the people who believe in me. I’m learning that my ideas about what I want out of life, the journey I think I’m on, isn’t necessarily the same journey I’m destined to walk.