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So just why do we do it? Why do we keep focusing on ourselves when it requires therefore much energy, when w...

Do you ever believe it requires more work, more out of you mentally, to live a living than it did to live less-than-consciously? Several years ago I had a T-shirt made out of the saying, Its A Bitch Being Conscious. I wore it on the first day of my Journey Into Ecstasy workshop rigorous because I could rely on it to evoke instant, knowing laughter from all the individuals.

Why do we do it? When it requires so much work, when wed often instead be zoned out, serve a cool one, light up a joint or cigarette, or get the remote why do we keep focusing on ourselves? Why do we put ourselves through seeming pain for no assured benefits, often paying a significant price for the advantage of doing so? Are we just masochists concealed as seekers and healers? Is prejudice probably, or even the very best plan, at the very least an improved one than relentless self-examination? Who's it that said that the unexamined life isn't worth living? Lots of people may disagree.

I know that Im designed to answer these rhetorical, teaser questions for you in this paragraph. Im supposed to justify and validate all your effort, the amount of money spent on instruction, therapy, courses, and books, the courage youve mustered to face your demons. However, you know, why everyone does it I dont know.

When my coaching customers express how hard this work sometimes is all I can do is smile, recognize, and cheerlead. I say things like, Doesnt understanding feel a lot better than confusion? Doesnt feeling your emotions feel better than walking around numb? Often they cave in and admit that they like residing in an awakened and aware state. Often they give the look to me that lets me know Im skating on thin ice, that their answer may just be a resounding No! if I werent therefore chipper.

I could connect. I like the temporary high that playing and accusing the victim provide so well. Accusing feeds my ego and playing the victim permits responsibility to be relinquished by me for my life. Who wouldnt say, Bring it on!

But after the large leaves, Im stuck with all my hangover symptoms: depression, lower self-esteem, helplessness, and hopelessness. I wake up and see in the mirror someone who exchanged the excitement of possibility for the drudgery of inevitability, someone who is trapped in a rut, reading from the very boring program, complaining often and fully. I see someone who, while familiar, is less than excellent.

Kicking and screaming, or at the least whining, I stop the chatter and advise that face in the mirror what the purpose of awareness is: pleasure. I tell myself that I'm significantly more than the amount of my fears, self-judgments, and limiting values. I quiet the gossip long enough to hear my tones whispers. And when I persevere, I do sometimes land onto unexpected and great happiness. More often, I find myself feeling at least a small measure of peace. Im grateful for that. Is it all worth it? I assume every one of us needs to answer that question for ourselves. locação de empilhadeiras