I am imperfect.
I am conditioned to believe that I must be perfect.
That my behavior must be perfect.
I must get it right.
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And so I am at odds with myself as I am. Me versus the reality of myself.
But wait! There’s good news!
My imperfect, hopeless, helpless, wretched, miserable, vindictive, spiteful, impatient self AND my conditioning to be at odds with my imperfect self AND the whole ball of wax…
…is not a problem.
It is the opportunity.
Don’t try to solve the problem of yourself.
Just see. Open your eyes for a moment, and see.
That you see is miracle enough.