Being yourself in the land of confusion

The truth is *not* out there.

Being yourself is like being in love.

Once you find yourself, all the truth you looked for in all those wrong places will be presented in all its glory.

You = Truth =Lack of fear = Bliss

Unfortunately, we are constantly under pressure to seek ourselves anywhere but within us.

It’s the ultimate conspiracy, the ultimate paradox.

And, when we get to the point we are almost there, all hell breaks loose; We are being lectured by those around us, even those who genuinely love us, that we *need* to go back to not being ourselves.

Back to the state of fear, back to the land of confusion.

We, as species, cannot tolerate other people being free. That’s a fact we need to deal with, or at least one we have to accept in order to get make sense in this mad world.

The only two exceptions to this rusty *rule* are when the ones to be judged are either “too young” or “too old”. Those are the two states we are *allowed* to be ourselves all we want.

The internal desire, spread like a virus, to inject our fears and flaws to others is one education, money and (even) enlightenment can’t do much to resist.

Let’s all be misfits by (trying ) being ourselves.

That’s the path we will all (eventually) follow.