There’s a habit, an urge, to be right.

It’s very human.

It’s cloaked in fear and protected by anger.

Being right feels like being safe.

Synonyms, but not really.

It almost forces us to lash out and debate, criticize and mock.

Hm.

There’s a tendency to defend what we believe to be true.

How can we live in freedom if there’s a chance we don’t really know?

What would happen if we don’t stand up for everything that is true for us!

Well…

Glad you asked.

In the last few weeks, I’ve come to know the borders of my world, the limits of what I believed to be true, and the walls that surrounded my self-image.

They express themselves in many, many ways.

Anger, fear, righteousness, frustration, superiority, or envy, to name just a few.

All really convincing.

And all amazing opportunities.

Because I never considered the true value of those emotions.

I never knew that they offered me a bigger world.

But this time I did, and so I saw those impenetrable, thick walls gently crumble.

I was there when old truths silently left the building through the backdoor.

And the fear I felt about everything outside, everything that proved me wrong, turned out to be the bumping up against those invisible limits.

Fear is simply about keeping you in.

It works really well.

And it’s also capable of offering you the opposite.

Freedom.

Are you willing to look?

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