This year has taught me one thing: In doing fewer things and sitting with nothingness and boredom, I’ve started hearing the murmurs of my soul.
Transformation isn’t something you choose, it chooses you. Considering what’s involved, no caterpillar in its right mind would ever choose to become a butterfly.
It can actually feel like ecstasy if one drops their prejudices and embraces their feelings with curiosity and compassion. I started playing with it and getting truly ecstatic, and if it doesn't feel great, I am now able to still be with it, and feel it. My ego is going mad, but this terror ...
Whose freedom gets taken away so that you can experience a liberated life? Who suffers so that you can practice self-care? If you're free and others aren't, are you really free? What is freedom if only a few have access to it?