For a long time, I was under the impression that I wouldn’t ever feel worthy of a worthy partner in life, if I didn’t make something of myself. To this day, I still don’t quite know what that means, but I know where it came from. We all have some of these weeds in our garden, yeah? What I also know, is that it’s a crippling, spiritual and emotional prison of an idea. I am happy to have burned off a lot of that imbalance, but the scars of shame can run deep, and take time to fully heal.
Entitlement is an interesting, pervasive, debilitating idea that’s handed down and passed around these days. Aspects of our society have devolved and descended into childish, me-first, gossipy, superficial drama telling, and it’s good for no one.
A lot of our energy can be expended in ways that are largely influenced by feelings of powerlessness. We are inundated with information, frequently overwhelmed by stress, and subjected to the limited scope of our own little reality bubbles. We lock ourselves in, and then keep our hands on the lock.