unacceptable

It can be unacceptable, isn’t it, to hear that there is no one. Insane to say that there is no you, that there is only what appears to happen. You’re so convinced that “you” orchestrate “your” life. You’re so used to it, that almost everyone feeds your beliefs, and by confirming “you”, reinforces that dreamed dualistic reality. 

It can be deeply liberating or very frustrating to hear that the sense of being an individual, along with the dreamed belief in free will and choice, is an illusion. Either way, it’s what appears to happen. 

That doesn’t make any sense, and it doesn’t need to. It’s life either being resistant or compassionate towards life, apparently. It will never be understood—that these words are the only compassion there is. 

“You” will never see that the frustration or resistance is already the freedom that’s longed for. 

Much love. 🧡

N.R