Much of the time we live life from the assessment that something is wrong. We do all manner of things because something is wrong.
We change jobs because something is wrong. We get married because something is wrong. We break up because something is wrong. We go to school because something is wrong. We start friendships because something is wrong. We end friendships for the same reason. We have kids because something is wrong. We move houses, neighborhoods, cities, states, and countries because something is wrong. We call meetings because something is wrong. We launch new projects because something is wrong. We build new products because something is wrong. We discover new medicines because something is wrong. And on and on ...
Everything we do seems to be for covering up the something-wrong-ness of existence. But alas, the something-wrong-ness of existence appears to be bottomless with no end in sight.
This bottomless-endlessness of the something-wrong-ness points, I think, not to something that is true of life but rather something which is true of us - those who hold that there is something wrong.
What it points to is that we are that something is wrong - as an identity. And everywhere we show up ... guess what? ... we find that something is wrong. That's what we bring to every situation we encounter.
What if the things we did were for being satisfied and relishing the greatness of existence?
Who would we need to be - as an identity - to have this existence?
What keeps us from living as that identity?
-Steve





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