Sometimes, or maybe often, I feel this force that pulls me down, something that does not let me get up, and move ahead in life. I realise it is not sadness that gives me pain, it is the idea of grief being wrong. When I am angry, and I act up, the thought that anger is bad - leaves me anxious. Isn’t all of this only an interpretation?
When there is no interpretation, all is beautiful. I enjoy working, talking to people, being at home all by myself. I am happy, wherever I am, whoever I am with.
We are carrying false ideals, and they are the ones that cause trouble. You know you need a certain inner transformation to occur, and take you out of that world where one feels helpless, torn apart - to a place with no interpretations, where you can have that liberation and joy of being.
Just a feeling, happy to share.