Here’s a simple, safe example. How do I know it’s simple?
Even I can understand it. How do I know it’s safe? It involves ice cream.
So, here goes, for example,
If, through my own methods of trials and errors, I conclude or discover that I am, my body is, lactose intolerant, I can feel deprived or afflicted at the loss of real, dairyfull ice cream. (amongst other delights dairyily related). I can also pray fervently to whatever or whomever to make ice cream, et al, ‘safer’ for me while I sit eating my pint of favo-favo and suffering the room to suffer with me.
Yes. I do have other choices. None of them involve denying or defying the facts. I do not have to make any of them. This is the vague sense of ‘freedom’ that I seek so strenuously to defend. I have the freedom to make my own misery, I mean, my own mistakes.
For as long as I want.
And I do this repeatedly with many, if not all, of my poor choices…the choices I make in spite of my experiences and consequences…I continue to make them…
And wonder…what kind of ultimate, loving entity/energy would allow me the freedom to keep hurting myself until I learn?
Apparently, taking responsibility for our own choices is too much growing up for one lifetime.
I get it.
You take your time. Please don’t feel rushed simply because we can no longer wait there with you. There’s an open invitation to join in the goodness when you find your own.