The self-development industry is all just a giant cosmic joke. We’re running around trying to change the personality, change the ego (identity), Change the costume.
Certain self-development programs shift the story from external causation to internal causation, and it seems like you’re finally getting somewhere. “No one to blame but myself!” What a powerful place to stand.
However, neither external nor internal causation are truth. Ultimately, the credit/blame is not ours to accept.
Free will is an illusion, albeit a persistent one.
We are like little Maggie Simpson, sitting in the back seat of the car, holding onto a plastic steering wheel, believing we’re in the driver’s seat driving the vehicle. Sometimes we steer left and the car goes left, but most of the time the car won’t go where we steer. But we are determined to spend the rest of our lives trying to make the vehicle (our body/life) move in the direction we turn the wheel.
Why won’t the vehicle go where we turn the wheel?
Bad karma.
Past life issues.
Blocked chakras.
A curse.
Demon possession.
Fate.
The universe saved you from an accident.
There’s something better for you somewhere else.
Bullshit.
We’re not in control, that’s why our lives don’t follow the way we turn our fake plastic steering wheel.
We were given the fake plastic steering wheel to perpetuate the illusion of control until our life becomes so ridiculous and frustrating that we finally realize we’re not in control.
Control and free will are maya (illusion)…
The only question is… how long will you continue beating your head against that brick wall attempting to “be the master of your own destiny” and “create your reality?” How bloody does your head need to get? How deep does the pain need to go before you’ll give up?
Society tells you to never give up.
You just have to try harder.
Do it better.
Do it longer.
Do it faster.
Do it differently.
Do it three times a day.
Move into your parents’ basement if you have to.
Just don’t give up.
If you’re not getting results, you’re doing it wrong.
You can do it.
You can get it.
You can achieve it.
You can change it.
You can make it work.
Don’t you feel the blood trailing down your forehead?
Oh, right, that’s not blood, that’s unicorn glitter, your badge of honor, your permanent scar you’ll reference when you finally make it and get on stage to tell your story to the world.
Of course. Carry on.
ZzzzZZzzzz…