I can’t say I’d recommend this journey of waking up unless you want to be thrown off a cliff with no parachute, forced to manifest the fabric and skills to make one before hitting rock bottom. However, birds don’t learn to fly until they’re pushed out of the nest right?

What I’ve experienced that got me to this vantage point (for lack of a better term) in life isn’t a collection of more, better, or different beliefs – it’s actually the stripping away of existing beliefs that led me here. I didn’t choose anything; it’s what was left by default when my beliefs, dreams, and identities were stripped away.

(Side note: When I tell mean people to ‘jump off a cliff,’ I’m not telling them to commit physical suicide. I’m telling them to kill their identity, but they never seem to get the joke).