The simple desire for clarity initiates the process of moving toward clarity--that's how powerful we are. That power is also why, prone as we are to doom and gloom, expecting nothing less than disaster, we run into roadblocks more often than not. We *expect* to fail, even if we don't consciously voice that to ourselves. We *expect* to run ourselves down, to underperform, to have to lower our expectations, to spend our lives catching up, to spend our lives winding down.
That expectation is so powerful. That expectation is also so ingrained, it's practically become another limb. The solution? Amputate that sucker. Will it hurt? I *expect* it will. I *expect* we'll feel the ghost of its presence for a long, lingering time. Maybe. But all we need do is look down to remind ourselves that it's gone--we aren't slaves to pessimism, to low expectations, to failure, to our own self-defeating patterns.
Please. When did we start giving away our power like lollipops at the doctor's office? We ain't that cheap, petals, and we certainly ain't that easy. We have every right to our own health, to our own happiness. About time we started throwing your weight around, phantom limbs excluded.