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So why do we do it? Why do we keep taking care of ourselves when it will take so much work, when w...

Do you ever believe that it takes more work, more out of you mentally, to live a life than it did to live less-than-consciously? Many years ago I had a Tshirt made out of the saying, Its A Bitch Being Conscious. It was worn by me on the first day of my Journey In to Ecstasy class intense since I could rely on it to evoke prompt, knowing laughter from most of the players.

So why do we get it done? Why do we keep taking care of ourselves when it will take therefore much work, when wed sometimes fairly be zoned out, pour a cool one, illuminate a joint or cigarette, or grab the remote? Why do we put ourselves through seeming torture for no certain returns, sometimes paying a substantial price for the privilege of doing so? Healers and are we only masochists disguised as hunters? Is prejudice probably, or even the best policy, at least a much better one than continual self-examination? Who's it that said that the unexamined life isn't worth living? Lots of people may possibly argue.

I know that Im designed to answer these rhetorical, intro questions for you personally in this passage. Im likely to verify and justify all your hard work, the cash spent on coaching, therapy, classes, and publications, the courage youve mustered to manage your demons. Nevertheless, you know, I dont know why anybody does it.

When my coaching clients express how hard this work sometimes is all I will do is smile, agree, and cheerlead. I say things such as, Doesnt clarity feel better than frustration? Doesnt feeling your emotions feel much better than travelling numb? Often they cave in and acknowledge that they like living in an aware and awakened state. Often they give me the design that lets me know Im skating on thin ice, that their answer may just be a resounding No! Easily werent therefore chipper.

I can connect. I like the temporary high that accusing and playing the victim provide so well. Blaming feeds my vanity and playing the victim enables responsibility to be relinquished by me for my life. Who wouldnt claim, Take it on!

But once the large leaves, Im stuck with all my hangover symptoms: melancholy, lower self-esteem, helplessness, and hopelessness. I wake up and see in the mirror someone who dealt the excitement of risk for the boredom of inevitability, someone who is caught in a ditch, reading from a very dull script, worrying often and fully. I see someone who, while familiar, is less than amazing.

Screaming and kicking, or at the very least crying, I stop the talk and advise that experience in the mirror what the goal of awareness is: happiness. I tell myself that I am a lot more than the amount of my fears, self-judgments, and limiting values. I quiet the talk long enough to listen to my tones whispers. And when I persevere, I do sometimes fall onto great and unexpected joy. More frequently, I find myself feeling at least a little way of measuring peace. Im grateful for that. Is it all worth it? I assume every one of us must answer that question for ourselves. locação de empilhadeiras