In the past, I worked hard so I could “be the best” and to “prove myself worthy”. But for what reason? And to whom? Now that these questions were there, they weren’t going to go away easily.
I dived to deep in to books and discussions on purpose and meaning, reading the works of Gabrielle Bernstein, Marianne Williamson (“Return to Love”), grazing on ideas from the “Sedona Method” and other works.
I reflected, meditated, and wrote. I talked to my Twin.
I also became way more sensitive. Like surrender, it is often thought of as quality of someone who is weak. I found that not to be true either.
When I let myself think about it, I shudder that men still kill men to solve problems instead of using their brains and hearts.