I forgive everyone for every experience

For every suffering I thought I was enduring

For every pain I felt was unfair

For every word, every deed, every strike

For every time something was taken away

For every judgment I made that said:

I am being wronged. I am being hurt. I am being mistreated.

I didn’t know

How could I know what was right or wrong at such an age?

Even now, as I grow into myself, I’m still learning

still discovering that my judgments are often wrong

that how I see others is not always true

that what I believe they think is not what they actually think

it’s only what I assume

Many times, I immersed myself in self-pity

Wallowed in pain that was mine alone to feel

I tried to share it with others — so they could see it

so they could tell me I wasn’t wrong

Because if I was wrong…

then why did I feel so hurt?

Expectations, hopes, dreams

dashed in a single moment

When a smile I anticipated became a frown

When an expected touch became a slap

When hope vanished

because of the lightning-fast calculations I made in my own head

about what the future should be

And oh, how quickly my vision of “what will be”

shifted from a dream to a nightmare

The blink of an eye is too slow to capture that shift

And with that shift came new memories

New experiences

All aligned with the choice I made

To be angry

To be hurt

To stay in a state of self-pity and resentment

To feel powerless, as though someone else had control

That powerlessness made me need to fix something

To make it right

To grow strong so I wouldn’t feel that helpless ever again

How many times have I overcompensated

More than I can count

How many days and nights

weeks and months

have I run from, fought against

rallied against an invisible foe that only I could see

a world that seemed “against me”

A force trying to take from me

what I believed was mine by right

The right to be me

To be happy

To be free

To be loved

To feel joy

To be treated with kindness

To share love as I pleased

I saw the enemy in other people

I saw it in circumstances

I saw it in roles, and even in the weather —

as if the sky itself was out to ruin my plans

But over time, something became clear

There was a pattern

It was all a game

The more I fought, the more I lost

The more I struggled, the more it hurt

The angrier I got, the weaker I became

And then I realized

I was fighting me

Fighting my own thoughts

My feelings, my ideals, my stories, my opinions

The world was never against me

It was always reflecting me

The people in my life could not stand against who I truly am

they could only reflect what I thought and believed

Even the weather was never trying to ruin anything

It was simply doing what it does

A grand process that I’m only a tiny part of

It does not revolve around my plans

my moods

my expectations

All my fighting, running, resisting

I was resisting

I forgive everyone for every experience

For every suffering I thought I was enduring

For every pain I felt was unfair

For every word, every deed, every strike

For every time something was taken away

For every judgment I made that said:

I am being wronged. I am being hurt. I am being mistreated.

I didn’t know

How could I know what was right or wrong at such an age?

Even now, as I grow into myself, I’m still learning

still discovering that my judgments are often wrong

that how I see others is not always true

that what I believe they think is not what they actually think

it’s only what I assume

Many times, I immersed myself in self-pity

Wallowed in pain that was mine alone to feel

I tried to share it with others — so they could see it

so they could tell me I wasn’t wrong

Because if I was wrong…

then why did I feel so hurt?

Expectations, hopes, dreams —

dashed in a single moment

When a smile I anticipated became a frown

When an expected touch became a slap

When hope vanished

because of the lightning-fast calculations I made in my own head

about what the future should be

And oh, how quickly my vision of “what will be”

shifted from a dream to a nightmare

The blink of an eye is too slow to capture that shift

And with that shift came new memories

New experiences

All aligned with the choice I made

To be angry

To be hurt

To stay in a state of self-pity and resentment

To feel powerless, as though someone else had control

That powerlessness made me need to fix something

To make it right

To grow strong so I wouldn’t feel that helpless ever again

How many times have I overcompensated?

More than I can count

How many days and nights

weeks and months

have I run from, fought against

rallied against an invisible foe that only I could see — a world that seemed “against me”

A force trying to take from me

what I believed was mine by right

The right to be me

To be happy

To be free

To be loved

To feel joy

To be treated with kindness

To share love as I pleased

I saw the enemy in other people

I saw it in circumstances

I saw it in roles, and even in the weather —

as if the sky itself was out to ruin my plans

But over time, something became clear

There was a pattern

It was all a game

The more I fought, the more I lost

The more I struggled, the more it hurt

The angrier I got, the weaker I became

And then I realized — I was fighting me

Fighting my own thoughts

My feelings, my ideals, my stories, my opinions

The world was never against me

It was always reflecting me

The people in my life could not stand against who I truly am — they could only reflect what I thought and believed

Even the weather was never trying to ruin anything

It was simply doing what it does

A grand process that I’m only a tiny part of

It does not revolve around my plans

my moods

my expectations

All my fighting, running, resisting…

I was resisting myself

For a long time, I couldn’t see it

Couldn’t feel it

I only knew the pain of it

But eventually, I stopped

I stopped running

Stopped escaping

Stopped fleeing from my own reflection

I came face to face with myself

And I chose to live

To really live

To embrace all of it

To come to terms with how I see the world

how I see life

how it all reflects back to me

Now, I choose the path

the way

the world —

in the most beautiful way I can

There’s nothing to forgive

Nothing to fix

No battle to win

No enemy within or without

Only choices —

some that help

some that hinder

Only love —

to see

to feel

to hear

to hold

That’s all there is

I’m not fighting anymore

Not pushing

Not proving

Not justifying

Not striving

Just being

Being all that I am

As I am

Who I am

Loving it all

Loving me in it all

Seeing everything

and knowing it’s all just ME

Don’t look away from the mirror. See what you are. Life reflects our inner selves back to us. Don’t look away

Refusing the Reflection

If you don’t like the reflection of a mirror, is it the mirror’s fault?

I don’t know that anyone who is at the very least rational would consider throwing a rock at it. Calling the mirror faulty or denying what they see.

But it’s something that we all do day to day, throughout our lives without fail. We resist, deny, and argue with what we are looking at, sometimes reacting to the image that appears before us.

Unable to accept it, denying its very existence, sometimes rejecting it outright — or even worse. Calling it evil.

Everything Is About You

Everyone we meet, everyone we interact with, is a reflection of us.

Every situation is an echo of something deep within ourselves that we can embrace, reject, resolve, heal, overcome — or simply accept.

There is nothing out there that is not a reflection of you.

Whatever meaning you give it, that’s your choice. But to deny it, to say it has nothing to do with you, well — that may be easier, but also a mistake you may have to deal with later on.

It may be best to simply look at it and determine the best course of action, reaction, label, or direction on the spot.

The Smudges on the Surface

Sometimes, a reflection is showing you where you are now, what you need to do, to change, to adjust.

Your shirt might be wrinkled, there might be a stain that you didn’t see and that you don’t want to expose to the world at large. Maybe it’s just too loose fitting now.

Perhaps your hair is out of place?
A pimple? Now, of all times?

That piece of lettuce from lunch is not looking great, contrasting the white of your beautiful teeth. Better to brush before you rush off to that meeting.

The Stranger Who Shows You Yourself

You may encounter a person who is rude, obnoxious, and unkind.

Despite your best intentions — and not seeing yourself as capable of such actions — that person sitting next to you is loud. They’re watching a YouTube video in a foreign language, laughing, oblivious to how annoying they are, how they are disturbing your peace. This is not something that you would ever do.

What did I do to deserve this? Why is this happening? Is this a call to action? Should I reproach him, tell him that he’s being a selfish jerk, that it’s rude, impolite, ask him what jungle was he raised in?

Or do I need to learn to be more patient, understanding, is that person reflecting my own judgments — how I see others from different places, how I label them based on how they dress and act.

Oh yes! That’s true!

I remember watching a news segment about people from a certain place, new to money, travelling to new countries and how they sometimes brought with them practices that other cultures found appalling, annoying and rude. I remember reacting to that piece in contempt, thinking I would never do that. That’s not me. That those people should not be travelling and being disrespectful to other cultures.

My judgment had returned to me. It sat next to me. Reminding me of my own opinions, reflecting a reality back to me that I had accepted at face value because it was the “news”.

The man laughing and being loud and obnoxious was not the problem. I was. My own opinions, that I had formed a year earlier about a whole subset of people in the most generalized way had done it. He was simply reflecting it back to me to remind me not to judge, not to generalize and not to see others in a way that I did not want to be seen. To never take anything at face value. Not to simply agree with anything. But to always know for myself, understand for myself, before coming to any conclusions. That I had to choose the best view of things, or I risked having to reap the seeds that I sowed later when they had time to grow.

Softening the Judgment

So I ignored my own reactions and began to see him in a different light.

Where he is from, his culture, that society — it’s not rude or unbecoming.

Maybe if he was home, others would want to know what he was watching. It would be a moment to bond, to laugh together, and a time of happiness — a brief respite from the troubles and stress of their world.

In his own way, he was trying to spread light, laughter, and bond with others. He was doing good. That was his intention.

For me to be angry, annoyed and upset with him — to judge him — was making me wrong. He would have been right to be offended at me being upset by his mere existence.

Oh how quickly I went from being the one who was wronged to being the one who was wrong.

What It’s Really About

More time in self-reflection, aware of this principle of mirroring brought me to an awareness of something.

That I have been far too critical of myself.

That voice inside of me asks me to call on compassion when I get frustrated — 
When someone cuts me off in traffic, when a family member interrupts me mid-sentence, when a friend seems stuck in the same patterns I’ve already worked through myself.

But those moments aren’t about them. They’re showing me where I still expect others to change before I offer grace.

Well — instead of being angry, Philip, be compassionate.

Even your frustration is just a mirror, revealing where you still withhold grace from yourself.

Let that reflection soften you. Let it guide you back to yourself.

You’ve been there too.It took you a lifetime to learn these lessons. You wouldn’t have gotten it on the spot either.

Are you this way with yourself even now, Philip?

Then it comes to me: I AM. It was the root of some of the unhappiness that stubbornly returned.

And maybe that’s the point.

The mirror isn’t there to punish you —

It’s there to help you return to yourself,
So you can return to others with clearer eyes.

You Are Them. They Are You.

Be easy on yourself, as you teach others to love themselves.
Do to yourself what you have been doing for others.
Give to yourself what you have so freely given away.
Share that same kindness and care — not by forcing it on others, but by practicing it with yourself.

Insist. Persist. And don’t give up on you.
You are them. They are you.

Keep looking.
Not to judge, not to shame — 
But to recognize.

Every reflection is a doorway.
Every moment, a chance to return to love.

That’s all the mirror ever wanted me to know.

With LOVE,

Philip Zuco

Have you ever paid attention to your thoughts? Not just thought them — but observed them? Practices like mindfulness and meditation encourage this: to observe, without judgment, the thoughts that move through the mind.

It’s a wonderful practice, truly. There’s freedom in the feeling of being disconnected from those thoughts, as if you’re no longer at their mercy.

But that only lasts for a time.

Eventually, you return to yourself — to this life, this world, this plane of existence. You return to reacting, planning, thinking, engaging with the chaos of modern life. Sometimes, you’re the only one who can see your own perspective. You’re the only one who feels it.

The Illusion of Disconnection

I believe in practices that align, ground, and reconnect us. I’ve done them all. But unless your aim is to live apart from society, disengaged from the noise, living your own quiet life, untouched by the rest of us — then at some point, you must re-enter this world.

You can’t float through life in blissful detachment while ignoring the rest of humanity. And yet, I see people trying. Some wear peace like a costume — immune to negativity, too evolved to react, practicing detachment like it’s a performance.

They breathe right, eat clean, speak softly, and bow to the earth. They claim enlightenment. But to me, they’re pretending.

Conforming at All Costs

And truthfully? Most of us are conforming.

Conforming so we don’t have to face what we really think or feel. Ignoring the reality we’ve created for ourselves, trying to replace it with one someone else has sold us. We deny our desires — because they’re not “clean,” or aligned with our teacher’s teachings.

We take on new identities, new names, new philosophies. Not to become ourselves — but to avoid facing ourselves.

And for many, it’s not even about truth. It’s about being accepted. To be seen as whole, good, spiritual. To belong to a tribe of like-minded people who will reassure them that they’re on the right path — even if the path is a carefully constructed illusion.

What Do You Really Want?

If we were honest with ourselves, we’d admit the desires buried deep beneath the surface. They’re not all holy. But they are real. Some desires, though not accepted by society, are essential parts of a person’s path in life. They allow someone to become who they truly need to be. It’s not for anyone else to judge another’s journey.

For one person, it’s freedom — to roam, to be a stranger among strangers, to evolve through experience.
For another, it’s excellence — in science, technology, sport.
And for others, it’s something quieter — just to be themselves without needing to prove anything.

But fear locks us into place. We conform, we forget. We forget what we once wanted. Or worse — we give up on it entirely. Justified, of course. We all have our list of reasons.

What If Your Thoughts Were Everything?

Now here’s the real question:

What if the thoughts you’ve been trying to ignore are directly shaping your life?

What if your experiences — your days and nights, your highs and lows — are the result of what you’ve been thinking all along?

And what if, by observing those thoughts — not just with mindfulness, but with curiosity — you could start to see how every knot in your life began with a belief?

Not by blaming others. We’ve mastered blame. Parents, teachers, bosses, exes, God, karma, bad luck — take your pick.

But what if none of that was it?
What if it’s just your thoughts?

Ask Yourself Better Questions

Try this:
When you think something, ask — Does this help me?
Am I empowering myself or limiting myself?
Does this thought come from fear, or from confidence?
Does it project disaster — or possibility?
Does it align with what I want?

Wait — what do I want?

That question alone may feel uncomfortable. You may have stopped asking it years ago. Maybe you gave up. Maybe you replaced it with all the reasons why you couldn’t have it.

More thoughts. More patterns. More inner scripts running automatically in the background — accepted as truth, never questioned.

Believe in Better

But what if the moment you believed in better, better began to show up?

What if the laws of the universe — of assumption, of attraction, of cause and effect — applied to you, too? Just like gravity.

What if “bad luck” wasn’t real?

What if the only thing ever shaping your reality… was your own thinking?

The Thought That Changes Everything

And that thought — the one you’re thinking right now — could be the turning point.

The moment you decide that from this day forward, you’ll begin to pay attention to what’s happening within your mind. Not just passively observe — but truly see the mechanism at work.

Here is a truth that is difficult to accept, yet basic in nature. Go ahead and try:

Everything you see, touch, feel — everything you experience — is happening inside your mind.

It’s all occurring within the space of your brain. Your eyes don’t “see” the world directly — they receive light, which is translated into electrical signals. Those signals travel to your brain, which decodes, labels, and gives meaning to what you’re “seeing.”

The same goes for touch.
What you feel with your hands is not just happening out there. It’s a signal — carried through nerves in your skin — sent inward to your brain. And there, it’s interpreted.
Your brain decides: Is this soft or sharp? Is it pleasant? Safe? Familiar?
It assigns meaning. And that meaning triggers emotion, memory, and reaction.

And what you hear with your ears?
That too is nothing more than vibrational frequency — waves moving through the air. Those vibrations enter your ear canal, strike your eardrum, are carried by tiny bones and fluid, and are ultimately transformed into electrical impulses that your brain interprets as sound.

It’s your mind that tells you it was music. Or laughter. Or someone you love saying your name.
Or something cruel that will echo in your thoughts for hours.

The World Isn’t “Out There”

We live under the illusion that the world is out there, doing things to us. But what if the world is happening through us — filtered through the lens of our own perception?

Two people can touch the same object, walk through the same storm, hear the same words — and yet experience completely different realities.

Why?

Because the event itself isn’t the experience. The interpretation is.
You are the screen. The projector. The interpreter.
The one assigning meaning.
The one deciding what it means for you.

As Above, So Below

Do you get it?

It all happens within the mind.

Every single thing you experience — sight, touch, sound, taste, emotion, memory, meaning — it all happens inside of you.
Not outside. Not in some external, objective world untouched by your perception.
You are not just in the world. You are creating it, moment by moment, through interpretation.

That hand you just shook.
That song that made you cry.
That sunset that took your breath away.
That argument that still burns in your chest.
That compliment that stayed with you.
That insult you can’t forget.

None of that is out there.
It is in here.
Filtered through the lens of your awareness. Processed through the instrument of your mind. And no matter how much you try to claim otherwise, the truth remains:

Your world is happening inside you.

So the question isn’t, what is the world doing to you?
The question is, what are you doing with the world that enters you?

Inner Reaction, Inner Creation

Once you become aware of this — truly aware — you also begin to see how your reactions to what enters your senses don’t just affect you. They become you. They shape the world you live in — not the external one, but the one that actually matters: the world within.

That quiet, internal realm where your identity lives. Your beliefs. Your emotional reality. Your hopes, fears, desires.

Everything you feel in response to a stimulus — anger, joy, grief, pride — is like a seed planted in the soil of your inner world. And those seeds grow. They become thoughts. Narratives. Habits. Reactions. Beliefs. And ultimately… your reality.

You thought it was just a passing moment.
Just a feeling.
Just a bad day.
But it became a part of the lens through which you now see everything.

As within, it is without

It’s all within you.

Everything.

The pain.
The joy.
The confusion.
The clarity.
The noise.
The silence.
The world you think is “out there”… is actually in here.

There is no external world without your internal response to it.
No meaning, no memory, no moment exists apart from your interpretation of it.

That means the fear you feel? It lives in you.
That love you crave? Also in you.
That power, that peace, that possibility?
Already in you.

And the more you become aware of it, the more responsibility — and freedom — you begin to carry.
Because if it’s all within you…
Then you’re not just a passenger in your life.

You’re the author.

What Kind of World Do You Want to Live In?

So ask yourself — 
What kind of world do you want to live in?

Not out there.
In here.

What kind of world do you want to wake up to every morning inside your own mind?
What kind of thoughts do you want to greet you?
What kind of beliefs do you want building your reality, moment by moment?

What thoughts do you want to entertain?
What feelings do you want to feel because of those thoughts?

What kind of inner atmosphere do you want to live in?
Heavy and defensive? Or light, open, and alive?

And what if — just what if — you had a choice?
Not just once in a while, but right now. In every breath, every reaction, every pattern you interrupt.

Because once you realize it’s all within you — 
You realize you are not at the mercy of your life.

You are the one giving it meaning.
You are the one deciding what story to tell.
You are the one choosing what stays, and what dissolves.

So…
What kind of world will you create next?

What if it was your choice? What would they be?

What would you do?

Would you keep blaming others,
looking to escape,
living less than one percent of your potential?

Most do.
Most refuse to try.

Too scared.
Too lazy.
Too stuck.
Unwilling.
Only thinking they are unable.

But what if you didn’t?
What if you decided today to be different?

The truth is, it’s within each and every one of us to create, have, and become all that we desire.

Start now.
Don’t hide from yourself.
Face you.
Be you.
Let you out.

Stop ignoring all that you are now so that you can allow yourself to become all that you desire, wish, and hope for.

They are not mere aims or goals.

They are the blueprint of your soul — speaking softly, but also unrelenting in their determined desire — like a seed wanting to become a flower.

With LOVE,

Philip Zuco

When the performance ends and your true life begins.

There comes a moment —

not with a scream, not with a breakdown

but with a deep, quiet knowing.

It is not the end of love.

It is the end of pretending that pain is love.

You don’t need to rehearse this.

You don’t need anyone’s permission.

You only need one sacred sentence whispered like prayer in the chambers of your soul:

I’m done

Done twisting yourself into a version that makes others feel safe.

Done calling emotional starvation “patience.”

Done begging for crumbs when you were born to build a feast.

This is not weakness.

This is reverence.

This is the part where you stop mistaking “endurance” for “alignment.”

Where you recognize that staying too long in a place that drains you is not loyalty —

it’s self-neglect, disguised as devotion.

You see, there are places in this world where you were never meant to fit.

Not because you are broken —

but because your soul was always too whole to live inside a cage.

And maybe you’ve lived your whole life inside other people’s dreams.

Maybe you’ve made yourself small so others could feel big.

Maybe you’ve carried shame that never belonged to you.

But not anymore

Not now that you’ve seen the truth:

That the cage was always open.

That the lock was never real.

That freedom was never waiting at the end of someone else’s approval —

it was waiting at the edge of your own decision.

And now you’ve made it.

Now you remember.

You remember who you are

You remember that your voice was not meant to whisper apologies to the unworthy.

That your love was never meant to heal those committed to their wounds.

That your tenderness is not a liability — it is divine medicine, and only those who are ready for it should drink.

You remember that you are not here to be palatable, safe, or agreeable.

You are here to ignite, to awaken, to transform.

You are the storm and the calm after.

You are the prayer and the answer.

And you will not keep living a life that feels like slow betrayal just because it looks acceptable from the outside.

You will not keep sacrificing your joy to maintain a false peace.

You will not keep explaining your worth to people who only listen to fear.

You are done being the version of yourself that settles.

Done being the version that stays to be chosen.

Done being the version that negotiates with pain for a seat at the table.

You are the table now.

You are the feast.

You are the home.

You are the lover you’ve been waiting for.

You are the voice you’ve been silencing.

You are the creator of the life you seek.

And from this moment forward — you choose differently.

You choose your peace over their approval

You choose your purpose over their comfort.

You choose your joy, your vision, your becoming — unapologetically.

You choose you

Not as an act of defiance.

Not out of bitterness.

But because you finally remember that your life is sacred.

That your love is real.

That your time is a temple — and you will no longer welcome what dishonors it.

So walk on.

Not away, but forward.

Toward the life that’s been calling your name since before you forgot who you were.

This is not a loss.

This is liberation.

This is not the end.

This is your return.

To truth.

To self.

To love that never asks you to shrink.

You are not too late.

You are right on time.

You are not broken.

You are blooming.

You are not lost.

You are home.

You are done… and just beginning.

⸻

If you’re ready to stop settling and step into your full power, I’m here to guide you.

Book a private session with me today.

— PHILIP ZUCO

Contrary to popular belief, our enemies are not external — not people, not adversaries, not those who oppose us.

Our greatest enemies are internal.

They take the shape of:

Doubt. Fear. Anger. Resentment. Self-condemnation.

DOUBT

“To call into question the truth of; to be uncertain or in doubt about.”

— Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Doubt is a quiet invader.

It starts small — a whisper in the mind. But left unchecked, it spreads like wildfire. It seeps into your confidence, drains your resolve, and clouds your clarity. Suddenly, you forget how far you’ve come. You question your accomplishments, your strength, your worth.

Even if you climbed mountains yesterday, doubt asks, “But could you do it again?”

And yet, doubt is not the enemy. Not truly.

It is a mirror. A tool. A teacher.

It reveals what you truly want. It exposes your hidden fears and motives. It sharpens your resolve, tests your focus, and forces you to either shrink or rise.

Master doubt, and you master your direction.

Let it master you, and you’ll never leave the shore.

FEAR

“An unpleasant, often strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger.”

— Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Fear is a ghost.

It haunts us in the night, stalks us in the day, and hides behind every excuse we tell ourselves.

It doesn’t show its face — because if it did, it would lose its power.

Like the wizard behind the curtain, fear manipulates with illusion. It has no real strength — only what you believe it has.

The more you give it, the more it takes.

Time. Energy. Joy. Peace.

Fear is natural. But fear is not truth.

It’s meant to awaken awareness — not imprison you.

Walk toward your fear and you will find its walls are made of smoke. Behind the shadows lie your greatest strengths.

We were raised in fear — by those who were raised in fear — and so the chain continues.

But you can break it.

Those who overcome fear are not only braver — they’re healthier, more fulfilled, more alive.

Because fear is not protection.

It is paralysis.

ANGER

“A strong feeling of displeasure and usually of antagonism.”

— Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Anger is a fire — blinding, hot, quick.

It demands justice.

It craves retribution.

It insists that it is right.

But anger sees only imbalance. It does not see love.

It comes when we feel powerless. When we feel wronged.

It burns hot and fast — promising satisfaction but leaving only ashes.

Yet anger, like fear and doubt, is not evil.

It’s a flare in the dark. A warning light on the dashboard of the soul.

It says: “Something is not right.”

But you must choose what to do with it.

If you let it take over, it will destroy everything — including you.

If you listen, reflect, and release it, it becomes fuel for transformation.

Use it wisely.

It is a tool — not a home.

RESENTMENT

“A feeling of indignant displeasure or persistent ill will at something regarded as a wrong, insult, or injury.”

— Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Resentment is slow death.

It’s the poison that tastes sweet.

It hides under politeness. It masks itself as virtue.

It is anger’s quieter cousin — seething in silence, feeding on grudges.

Resentment doesn’t shout.

It whispers.

It gossips.

It corrodes.

It pretends to protect you. It promises justice.

But it only devours.

It numbs hope and replaces it with bitterness.

It doesn’t just keep score — it replays every insult and injury until the soul is calloused and sick.

You may think it makes you strong.

But resentment weakens the one who holds it.

The cure?

Awareness. Forgiveness. Letting go.

Not for them — for you.

SELF-CONDEMNATION

The most dangerous enemy of all.

Self-condemnation is the root from which all others grow.

It is the lie that says:

“You are not enough.”

“You don’t deserve love.”

“You are too broken to be whole.”

And when we believe that lie, we invite doubt, fear, anger, and resentment.

We sabotage our joy.

We delay our healing.

We dim our light.

But here’s the truth:

You are not your thoughts.

You are not your pain.

You are not what happened to you.

You are not the enemy.

You are the creator.

The one who doubts can choose belief.

The one who fears can choose courage.

The one who burns with anger can choose peace.

The one who carries resentment can choose freedom.

The one who condemned themselves can choose compassion.

You can reclaim your mind.

You can reclaim your power.

And when you do?

There will be no enemy left — only the strength you forgot you had all along.

Forget patience. Your impatience knows something your logical mind hasn’t figured out yet.

Picture this: You’re lying awake at 3 AM, heart racing, mind spinning around that job interview, that text you’re waiting for, that dream you can’t shake. Your body is electric with anticipation, and every fiber of your being is screaming “WHEN?”

We all know this feeling intimately. We live it, breathe it, get consumed by it. The desperate wanting of something or someone, the bone-deep need to hear, feel, or know something. Being perpetually on edge, feeling like something is fundamentally wrong within us unless that thing, person, or event takes place.

It’s a universal state of exquisite torture — that low-burn suffering that makes us ache like we’re starving or dying of thirst, never knowing when or how relief will come. OH WHEN? HOW? BY WHAT MEANS? The questions spiral endlessly, begging the universe for answers.

But then — *then* — when that person finally comes through, when that event unfolds, when that thing materializes, we’re satisfied as instantly as if we’d gulped down the most perfectly crafted elixir the cosmos could offer. Pure, immediate relief.

Remember that surge when everything clicks into place — that intoxicating rush of excitement, joy, and vindication flooding your system.

That first taste of what you’ve been craving for months, the moment your reality shifts and delivers exactly what your soul was howling for.

Here’s what everyone gets wrong: Impatience is sacred

It’s not a character flaw to overcome. It’s not weakness or lack of spiritual development. It’s your internal GPS calibrated to truth, pointing you toward what’s already yours.

Impatience means you KNOW — not hope, not wish, not pray — but KNOW on a cellular level that something is coming. The uncertainty isn’t about whether it will happen. The uncertainty is about timing, about method, about the mysterious mechanics of manifestation. And that not-knowing creates the friction we call suffering.

Impatience cannot exist without certainty

Try this experiment right now. Think of something you genuinely doubt will happen — something you’re pretty sure won’t manifest in your life. Notice how you feel about it. Resigned? Disappointed? Maybe a little sad? But impatient? Never.

Now think of something you’re desperately impatient for. Feel that restless energy, that electric anticipation. That’s not doubt creating that sensation — that’s knowing. Deep, unshakeable knowing wrapped in the anxiety of uncertain timing.

Impatience and doubt are energetic opposites. They can’t coexist in the same space. When real impatience takes up residence in your chest, it evicts everything else — fear, uncertainty, resignation. It’s pure expectation, unmarked by any question of whether, only when and how.

This is why impatience feels so intense. It’s your future self reaching back through time, creating magnetic tension between where you are and where you’re going. That tension isn’t meant to be resolved by giving up or “being patient.” It’s meant to be honored as the sacred signal it is.

The cautionary tale: When we abandon our knowing

Take Sheila’s story. She started with pure impatience — that electric anticipation waiting for a guy she was deeply interested in to reach out. Her phone became an extension of her body, every notification a potential surge of joy. But as days turned into weeks, her impatience curdled into something darker. She detached, disconnected, then anger crept in — resentment at being made to wait, fury at his apparent indifference to her timeline.

Instead of recognizing her impatience as a signal that something real was coming, she flipped the script entirely. She walked away, gave up on him, and let that anger consume her. When he finally did reach out — exactly as her original impatience had known he would — she wasn’t in a good place. She was so antagonized by her own accumulated rage that she let him have it.

In that moment, they both suffered a devastating setback. What was meant to be, what could have unfolded naturally then, was instead pushed back into the distance. The energy had to be restored. The trust had to be rebuilt. Her impatience had been right all along — he was coming — but her abandonment of that knowing created unnecessary suffering for both of them.

The deeper truth about impatience and manifestation

Your impatience isn’t random. It’s not your mind playing tricks on you or your ego creating drama. It’s your soul recognizing the energetic signature of what’s already in motion toward you.

Every moment of that delicious agony is actually evidence of your alignment. You’re not impatient about things that aren’t meant for you. You don’t feel that particular flavor of restless knowing about experiences that aren’t already woven into your path.

When you feel that familiar fire building in your chest, that restless energy that makes you want to pace the room or check your phone for the hundredth time, pause. Recognize it for what it truly is: confirmation that you are exactly where you need to be, feeling exactly what you need to feel, aligned with exactly what’s meant to unfold.

Yes, impatience can become destructive — but only when we turn against it

The problem isn’t the impatience itself. The problem is when we decide our knowing is wrong, when we let external timelines override our internal compass, when we transmute that sacred energy into resentment or resignation.

Healthy impatience trusts the outcome while surrendering the timeline. It says, “I know this is coming, and I’m willing to let it arrive in its perfect timing.” Destructive impatience demands control of both the what and the when, fighting the very process that’s bringing our desires to life.

The invitation: Trust your impatience

So ignore those well-meaning voices telling you to “be patient” or “let go of attachment.” They’re asking you to abandon your most reliable inner guidance system.

Instead, LEAN INTO your impatience. Let it be your proof that something beautiful is in motion. Feed it with anticipation rather than trying to starve it with resignation. Use it as fuel for preparation — get ready for what’s coming rather than talking yourself out of expecting it.

Your impatience isn’t the problem that needs solving. It’s the solution announcing itself.

When you honor your impatience as the sacred knowing it is, you stop fighting your own manifestation process. You stop creating resistance to what’s already on its way. You start working with the universe instead of against it.

Let that hunger and thirst grow in you. Let it be your compass, your fuel, your unwavering proof that you are exactly where you need to be, feeling exactly what you need to feel.

Your impatience knows something your logical mind hasn’t caught up to yet. Trust it. It’s never wrong about what’s coming — only about when and how.

And that’s exactly as it should be.

With love,

Philip Zuco

A single number can start a war.

What do YOU believe?

Beliefs vary from you to me. They differ as the colors of the rainbow. Country to country, city to city, person to person. Beliefs are deeply rooted in culture, upbringing, experiences, lessons, suffering, joys, and however else our rational mind can justify their existence.

They exist solely within the mind’s eyes.

People give up their freedom, their health, their happiness and even their lives for their beliefs.

When numbers divide us

Numbers reveal the power of belief. The same digit can mean fortune or catastrophe depending on where you stand. In India, 7 brings spiritual luck through sacred wedding steps, while in China it marks the dreaded “ghost month.” The number 13 is prosperity in Hindu culture but betrayal in the West. Even 4 was once “happiness” in traditional China, now avoided as it sounds like “demise.”

I was once involved with someone who was shocked and upset when I used vinegar to clean a table top. Having been taught by my mother that it was not only effective and natural but that it would clear negative energy. My partner at that time flew into a rage because in her culture and beliefs, it attracted evil spirits. The same substance. The same action. One person saw cleansing and protection, the other saw invitation to darkness.

In China, the number 4 has an ominous pronunciation — in Mandarin, “sì” (four) sounds nearly identical to “sǐ” (demise), while in Cantonese both words are pronounced “sei.” This phonetic similarity creates such powerful superstition that buildings skip fourth floors, couples avoid fourth wedding dates, and some combinations like “94” are interpreted as “certain catastrophe.” In the West, 13 brings similar dread — hotels omit the 13th floor, airlines skip row 13.

In one country a single digit number may mean good luck and fortune. In another it may indicate ruin and devastation. Both peoples within either country are led, guided and live by those beliefs.

Bringing those people face to face would cause dismay, shock and awe that the other could ever consider such an opposing view.

Such is the power of beliefs.

To those of us outside of those ideals, to live and perish based on a single digit number may seem utterly ridiculous. We might mock the lot of them. To live and perish based on numbers? Don’t they know about my religion you would exclaim!

Then someone else, whose religion is opposed to yours, and sees their own religion as the only one and everyone else’s as evil would have something to say.

Put you all in a room, where there are equal numbers of you and none could leave until an agreement was made and the same result would follow.

All for beliefs

The nature of belief

Yet beliefs on their own are neither good nor evil.

Beliefs are either limiting or unlimiting.

Beliefs can set you up for fears, guiding you from potential mistakes, keeping you living within a certain code or helping you avoid shame and regret. The same beliefs that set out to protect you from guilt are also the ones that induce the very feelings they are meant to protect you from.

Beliefs can also motivate you, can show you what else there is out there, what you are capable of, what you can, should and might do if you only had a single minded view of yourself. Believing that you are capable of anything.

Perhaps believing in the power of a planet over our lives mirrors the faith in numbers, which echoes the trust in spirits, which resembles believing in the power of religion, which parallels our faith in anything outside of us.

Perhaps all that you see, you have created as it is already outside of you.

Perhaps, even that which you see within is a reflection of you also. That what you believe is real, becomes true.

Choosing your reality

So when perhaps, it’s so much better to believe in that which is good for you, that elevates you, that unlimits you, that empowers you, that grows you. Believe in that which leads to happiness, more joys, understanding. That which aligns you to love, to the universe in a way that makes you not only a part of it, but one with it.

That it responds to you and not you to it, not anymore. That you now understand that within you resides everything. That outside of you are the toys, the creations, the manifestations of all that you have thought, imagined, brought into being and that you need not accept anything at face value.

What a thing is, is only determined by what meaning you give it.

Prove me wrong

Who decides what’s real?

Is it not you who assigns a value? Be it numerical, personal or otherwise?

Is it not you, based on experiences, lessons, learning, personal opinions who says:

• That something good or bad?
• That something is right or wrong?
• That something is this or that?
• That something belongs or is out of place?
• That something is meant for you or not?
• That something is categorized in this place or another?

You justify every choice by ways of not thinking for yourself. Not examining, trying to ascertain the true nature of a thing, person or experience.

Having become overly reliant on others, on your past, on data, you don’t decide for yourself or try to see what it is.

It’s much easier to assign responsibility to another for that potential mistake and also trust that another was right when they said, behold, that is right or wrong, that belongs in this category or another!

Your world, your choice

What about you?

What do you believe is true or not?

That is your world. The one that you choose, that one that you live in, the one that defines your experience here.

That is your own personal responsibility and a gift.

OH such a beautiful gift to have. To be the creator of your own life. Even as you strive against the inability to choose due to culture, family or circumstances, it all screams one thing. It’s your choice to make, those things that you point out as resistance or hindrances all point back to you, that choice, what you see, believe and know to be true?

It all comes back to you — your choice, your sight, your beliefs. All of it, entirely up to you.

With love,

Philip Zuco

Life is a garden of my own making. I can blame others — my parents, siblings, exes, even the loss of loved ones or an accident that doctors told me would define my life — but the truth remains: the life I live is mine to shape.

I might have told my story a thousand times. What I saw, what I felt, what I went through. And even others who were there might agree with my account.

Even then, the story wasn’t over. It never was.

Are you still with me?

This may sound radical. But my past, however true, doesn’t have to be my compass.

My sense of what’s possible shouldn’t come from past experiences. It can — but it doesn’t have to.

The future is a new field. Unwritten. Fertile and overflowing with potential.

What lies ahead is shaped by how I see the world today — and what I believe is possible for me. And those beliefs don’t have to be confined to the past.

If every person who ever overcame great odds has taught us anything, it’s that they believed in something deeper — often when no one else did. They moved forward anyway.

They cultivated self-belief, gained skill, nurtured unshakable confidence, and lived each day with the future in their bones.

They definitely had dark days and nights. Months where they felt tormented, and even years they’d rather forget. And yet, they endured. They defied every limiting belief. And reached what once seemed impossible.

I believe that we are all equals — though different. Each of us born with the same ability to dream, believe, and achieve.

Some of us face more challenges. In overcoming, we forge something greater: strength, depth, and a knowing that cannot be taught.

Show me someone who has a perfect life, and I’ll point out someone who may feel empty. Show me someone who never tasted poverty, loss, betrayal, or fear — and I’ll point out someone who hasn’t yet discovered the power of forgiveness or the heights of resilience.

If I survived it, overcame it, and I’m still here to tell the story, I am stronger — so much stronger — than the thing that tried to break me.

There’s no need to live as the person I once was. I’m better. Stronger. And more resilient.

My Mind Is a Garden

It’s filled with what I plant in it — my thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.

What am I growing?

If I looked closely at my inner world, what would I see? What would my garden look like?

If left untended, weeds grow wild. There’s no order. Even the trees stretch in every direction, sometimes casting shadows over the beautiful flowers striving for the sun.

If I’ve got an hour a day — I’ll start there. Prune. Pick. Uproot. Fertilize.

I plant thoughts that nourish me.

Morning and Night: Speaking to My Soul

The best time to do this work is earlier in the morning.

As I awaken from sleep, I speak gently to my inner being:

“All is well today. What wonderful experiences await me? Oh, I delight in what this day will bring!”

And as I prepare to sleep:

“Oh my soul, how grateful I am for this day that I lived. How I long to be one with you again as I sleep, where we will commune in secret. You live in my heart, and there, all things are known. Nothing is hidden from you. I look forward to the wonderful surprises in store for me tomorrow. Oh wonder, what they will be?”

Shifting My Trajectory

Do I dare deny myself joy, happiness, beauty?

A small shift in direction — a few degrees — makes a vast difference over time.

Consider my life. However long I have, each moment can change the trajectory.

The bigger the shifts, the greater the outcomes.

There are reflections of the spiritual in the physical. I don’t resist gravity. I don’t resist nature.

So why resist the vast love, joy, and abundance that life offers freely?

I go with the flow. That flow is always coming to me.

It’s life itself. The same life that pushes a seed to grow when buried in darkness, away from light.

While everything else might decay, the seed becomes a flower. A tree. A miracle.

I continue encouraging the cycle of life along.

Life is undefeated. There are no losses on its record.

I give in. I allow. I become. And I see what blooms for me.

What Does My Garden Look Like?

Do I see trees? Flowers? Do I want fruits and vegetables? Am I aiming for beauty? Or productivity? Or do I want it all?

I envision it. I plan it. I mind the weeds.

They’ll always show up. That’s not failure — it’s nature’s invitation to grow again.

Weeds are reminders. Not punishments. They’re nudges to re-align, re-focus, and restore the beauty within.

Pests? They’re the doubts, fears, and worries that nibble at my dreams.

I might not eliminate them all. And that’s okay. I keep tending. Some plants need extra care.

Look Again

That beautiful garden — it’s mine.

Mine to create. Mine to enjoy. Mine to live in.

And if I care for it with love, belief, and vision…

It will speak back to me:

“Thank you for taking care of me. Look at me now. Radiant. Blooming. Full of fruit. I am you. And you are me.”

With love,

PHILIP ZUCO

Intimate relationships show us just who we are and what we need to become, not just have

I remember the first time I fell in love. I was 12 years old, stunned at the sight of the dirty blonde haired girl who stood across the foster home kitchen from me. I was trying to get a glass of prepared powdered milk and there she was. She must have felt the same because she stopped in her tracks too. We didn’t say anything for a good five seconds before introducing ourselves. Her name was Robin Hunter and I was smitten. We became the best of friends, playmates, hanging out every chance we could.

It was innocent, pure and sweet. I don’t think either of us knew or understood what sex was at the time and I’m glad that never came up We just enjoyed each other and loved each other as friends do without understanding why we did.

Time, life, and having to move to another part of town, before there was internet or the ability to stay in touch easily caused us to drift. But I never forgot that first time. It was the first of many times that I fell in love, instantly, deeply and could not help myself if I had tried.

There were times when I thought I was experiencing an out of body experience. Other times when it was slow and steady and I simply agreed to go along for the ride until the wheels fell off.

In each and every experience were lessons, trials, misunderstanding, things I needed to learn about myself, my behaviour, character, likes, dislikes, what I could do for love or another or just not do for another person.

Some relationships lead me to realize the error of my ways. And I took those memories with me, into the next one, sometimes over compensating, sometimes still feeling guilty for being the reason I had hurt, disappointed or let someone down. Sometimes, I was still hurt, and angry at how another had treated me. So I took that into the new relationship too.

When I was 16, I was determined to be with someone, to have a mate, to find that person, that forever love. The idea of being alone seemed akin to being stranded on a deserted island. It didn’t help that I was socially awkward, shy and lacked self confidence.

A mate and partner were my priority. Not friends or socializing. That seemed silly to do for me. Friends were just trying to have a good time. I was trying to grow up, start a family, do for myself and my children what I wish my parents had done for me, giving them what was missing in my life, I wanted the dream relationship, future, happy, settled, being a good dad, husband and to live out my life as my grand parents did. Strong, stable and with a legacy of many children, grand children and lots of great grand children too.

That need to join, to be, to have that dream come true, to be with someone who loved me as I would love them, to keep me company, to take away the feelings of loneliness, isolation, to give me a reason to keep going, to motivate me, to keep them warm at night became quite the obsession for a time.

I remember being so stuck on being with someone that I couldn’t and wouldn’t be happy unless and until it happened.

I didn’t date. I JOINED. I didn’t sleep around. I attached, became as one with each and every person that I fell in love with.

Many failed relationships, experiences, and years have taught me one thing.

Every relationship was a reflection of my own needs, fears and beliefs.

I realized after a time that I was getting into deeply committed and serious relationships out of a desire to be more than I was on my own. That I wanted to be validated, needed someone to tell me that I was good enough, enough to love, enough to be and I didn’t like the idea of facing the world on my own.

In doing that, I gave up self sufficiency, relying on another to tell me what was right, wrong, giving up my own ability to choose and decide what was good or not. I put myself there, over and over again. Thinking it was love and nothing but. That sacrifice, self denial, putting another’s needs ahead of my own was the greatest act of love I could do and offer.

I was scared, insecure, unable to face the world, still hung up on the past that I kept talking about and sharing with them, making myself a victim of my childhood, my teen years and then of every person that came before them that I said had betrayed or disappointed me.

I had poisoned the well before I ever had a chance to drink from it. As I did, I ensured that no matter what my outer intentions were, my inner intentions would ensure that this would not last. It couldn’t.

Who you are and what you are will not allow you to remain in a situation that is a dead end, inhibits your growth and ultimate happiness. You will become and remain miserable until you either resolve that problem or leave that relationship

It happened again and again. I blamed the other person, in time I started to blame myself for everything. That didn’t work out any better. Guilt and shame were not helpful in a new relationship. It only ensured that the new person were cued to punish me.

I had to get real with myself

I wasn’t getting into these relationships just out of love. Yes, I fell in love often and meant well. But my old beliefs, grudges, pain that I had carried around as a Medal of Honor, the past that I refused to let go of, lessons that I would not learn would always come back. The same situations appearing again and again. No matter how I tried it avoid, resolve or outsmart them. The same enemy would re-appear.

It was me. The thoughts and feelings that I refused to face.

Becoming honest with myself, who I am, what I am, what I REALLY wanted and why, not feeling guilty about it, getting past the feelings of selfishness, not getting stuck on proving myself, being okay with being alone, never just being with someone for the sake of avoiding fear, struggle or having to make decisions, never, ever blaming another for my own decisions or even for trusting them. Instead becoming completely accountable for my own choices, past, present and future. That is what it took.

I had to do a deep dive in me

Knowing that I already knew. That nothing is ever wrong. That we are never punished or dealing with some past karmic debt, never in a situation where it’s hopeless or being mocked. That it’s all about growth, evolving and becoming more aware. I PUT IT ALL TO WORK.

I saw the lessons, the experiences as meant to help me, not hurt me, I saw the past through the frame of someone who can look back and say, boy I messed up, not because I was a bad person, had ill intentions or that I am defined by any of it. Not at all. I forgave myself for being young, foolish, with crazy ideas about what life was, should have been.

I look back at past lovers in the same way. They didn’t know better, they didn’t have bad intentions, they were a result of their own life experiences, they even sometimes only meant well but were living through their own experiences and even if they meant to do harm, they too were young and foolish (some are still foolish) but that’s not a capital offense.

It’s not my place to judge them. It’s also not my place to judge myself

Every single relationship had so many good times. More than the bad ones. But the bad ones was what I held on to. It helped me get out, leave, walk away and sometimes run for my life.

If I had only held on to the good times, the beautiful memories, the laughter, the lighter moments, the happy days and nights, I might have never left. Despite there being less and less and them, towards the end, they were none.

One thing that was common for all of the relationships was that turning point. That time when I knew I was unhappy, couldn’t continue on the terms that I had once agreed upon and needed to either see a change or be the change. That unless something shifted, unless I was heard , unless they could see me, my side of things, my needs, hear my voice and come to meet me in the middle, I could not be happy.

Each and every relationship got to the same place. I spoke, I asked, I begged, I pleaded, I got upset, I shut down, I opened up, I argued, I eventually lost hope, lost faith and then, it was only a mater of time before things were going to end. Sometimes quietly, sometimes in chaos.

It was never instant, overnight and due to some flash in the pan argument or disagreement over what tv show to watch. No.

It was always about a deeper need. A deeper desire. Be it to travel or to live a different. To be in a different city or place. to be away from the grips of religion or even overbearing family members. It was never about a thing or situation. It was about me. Being heard, seen and felt.

When that didn’t happen and then when it became clear that it could not happen. The end was always in sight. I see it now, I didn’t then.

I see now how every relationship had a time, that each one taught me something about myself, my needs, my desires, my hopes and dreams, my souls calling, crying out to be heard, felt and seen. That being in a nice home, with a nice yard, with nice furniture and even a nice reputation, being part of a group, having status, money, wealth, comfort, pretending that was all I needed was never going to cut it for me.

I needed more. I needed to express, to feel, to know, to hear and see. I needed to be different in my own way, to break the mold, to escape the norms, to take risks, to decide for myself what was right and wrong, not to be told how to live, in what way, by who, and how. I needed to be trusted, in what I saw, felt and knew to be true. Sometimes I didn’t even know what I needed. It just wasn’t what I had or was expeirencing.

I can’t blame any of them in the past for not understanding all or any of this. I had poisoned the well. They were not willing or eager to do all or any of the things. I needed.

They were seeking comfort, conformity and wanted to follow the original plan that I had laid out. Settled, house, security and being happy where we can and when we can, while watching Netflix until we fall asleep and repeating the process again the next day.

I have no regrets. I can’t imagine being with any of my past loves. I can imagine them in the best way possible. Forgiving them and reminding myself that I am doing it for me, not for them, it’s not my place to judge them and neither is it my place to forgive them. I am not their judge anymore than they are mine.

I choose to keep the good memories, the lessons, the way that they all helped me grow, discover who I am, through trail and error. Becoming life teachers in their own right, helping me to face myself, my fears, my limiting beliefs and challenging me to be the best version of myself.

I choose to remember what I did for them too. I choose to remember the good, the lovely, the way that I did something wonderful for them. Be it putting them on their feet, setting them up for success and a greater life or saving another from a lifetime behind bars, another who’s life I kept from ending early and got her past the danger zone. Another I healed physically when no one else could. Another yet, I knew she was hurt by it, didn’t want it to end, but understood in the end, that life was not for me. We experienced happy times, pleasure and renewed each others faith in the world again. But it was only to be for a time. Forever was impossible while still being able to be myself and her being able to remain who she was.

We are all individuals in the end

We all have our own needs, desires, dreams and destiny to fulfill

If you have found that person that compliments you and can help you get there and you both share the same path, you’re set for life with that mate, and that is great, it’s your and their destiny

Just because your mate and you aren’t going to last forever doesn’t make it wrong or bad. It is what it is. You’re meant to be until you are not.

You don’t have to hate them, resent them, feel like life cheated you somehow or that you were wronged. Something else, someone else is coming up. Maybe that one will be forever? Whatever happens, remember to be you, whole, clear, aware and free and always treat another the same way that you want to be treated. Never thinking that you own them, that you can’t live without them, that your life has no meaning without them. That’s too much pressure for any human being to handle.

Love is not fear. Fear in relationships is the most toxic, enduring and destructive feeling and energy that exists. It’s one that permeates many relationships and keeps people together long after the love has left. Don’t be that person. Be you.

We all get hurt, annoyed, betrayed, robbed, stabbed in the back, in the heart, some of us get pushed off buildings. Only to survive it all and rant and rave at the world, at all of the injustice that has taken place and wonder, when will their day come?

Oh when will justice be served? When will that person suffer, be punished, feel as bad as feel and then some. When will the person who hurt me, betrayed me, stabbed me in the back, in the heart, that lied about me, stole all I had, and left me for another man, woman who couldn’t, wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left of me?

It’s really good thing that the world does not operate that way. Most if not all of humanity would not have made it this far. We would all be dead by now.

You argue that people aren’t that bad, that there are good people in this world and that not everyone is trying to rob, steal, hurt or betray others. Maybe not. But if we would to punish everyone equally, in line with their offenses, it would ensure that no one would make it. It would take away the freedoms to make mistakes, express ourselves, learn on our own, realize our own mistakes, made amends with others in the future, even for some, going about doing the same damn thing until the day that they die.

There is this notion that we all pick up early in life, that is taught to one and all. Share, be nice, or else. Santa Clause will see you, God will punish you, Karma will reward you.

Let’s be honest here. They are all one and the same idea, philosophy and fantasy. Santa Clause crossing your name off a list is no different than Karma punishing others for their misdeeds.

Karma in the original Sanskrit means essentially, what you do in this life, you will deal with. The Bible calls it, what you sow, that you will reap. The rest is interpretation through the ages by mystics and wise men who had the sense to write down their inspired words of wisdom and whose philosophies changes over time.

There is also a lot of room for forgiveness, for learning, growing and overcoming errors that are often made with youth, poor experiences or also being repressed by family, society or just it being their plight.

Who are you really to judge, condemn and hope that someone suffers. Especially as you did? Your suffering is your own. It can be a Medal of Honor that you show off to others or a learning opportunity to grow, evolve and become who you are meant to be.

Holding to grudges, animosity, remembering every single detail of what someone did to hurt you, only HURTS YOU.

They don’t suffer, care or know. And even if they did? It would still hurt you more by virtue of your own emotions, energy and mental expenditure in their direction.

“But you don’t know what I’ve been through! “ You say over and over again.

What IF I did? Would you care, would it make a difference to you? No, you’d say it’s different for one reason or another. Even if I what I experienced was ten times what you did, you’d have an excuse because it’s all very personal to you.

You’d be right too! It’s personal to YOU!

YOU ARE THE ONE HOLDING ON

If you could see the truth of the universe, of God, of the fabric of reality you’d see how your grudge, unwillingness to let go, to smooth your own soul is the reason why you are ill, suffering with this or that, why you can’t catch a break, why it seems at times that things just don’t work out for you when you know that they should. Is God punishing you? It is Karma from your past life?

NO, it’s you. It’s your cultivated negative, angry, resentful energy, returning to you, creating everything around you, repelling what is meant for you, bringing in reminders that say “Um hey there, you know it’s a good time to let that go now, don’t you think?”

My mom, my dad, my sister my brother, my ex’s, my neighbors, my boss, the bus driver..the guy in the other lane, the cashier at the supermarket, the guy I saw do something that I didn’t like on instagram, that tv host, that podcast host…..

How many people are you hating on, judging and waiting for hell fire to rain down on them?

Now tell me, how many do you love, wish the best for, actively hope and pray that great things happen to them and know with the same strength in your heart and soul that great things will happen for and to them vs how much you hate, are angry at and want to see justice on others. Oh I forgot you don’t hate anyone.

Give it a shot

It’s NOT easy no. After years, decades of being angry, holding on to a memory that only serves to create hostility, pain and suffering in you and those around you, it’s a process to let it go. It does hurt at first but as you do it, work at it, process it, massage your death grip on that idea, memory or notion, it does go. Then, it’s gone.

Things begin to transform, change, grow, ease in your life. Your health improves, your attitude damn well improves and so do your relationships.

You’ll get cut off a lot less on the highway, the cashier at the supermarket will be nice to you for some reason, people smile at you for nothing, new relationships are formed, the ones that you have improve dramatically.

Everything changes as you let go, release, become yourself, your true self, that person that loves, is loved and knows that nothing that anyone can do can ever impact you anymore than you allow.

Choose peace, love and happiness in your life from this day forward.