I remember about 6 years ago when the biggest debate was whether or not the world was round or flat. I remember being so offended that so many people denied science, logic, and common sense. Fast forward to 2020 and the same people want to now dream up and buy into new outrageous conspiracies.
While it’s easy to judge these people as unintelligent, I think this doesn’t have to do with intelligence as much as it has to do with whether or not they perceive the world as inherently loving and supportive or inherently malicious and evil. Either way you choose, you’re right!
What you think about, you bring about… or, as the great Wayne Dyer once said, “Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.”
Where do I fit into this?
Admittedly, I don’t always trust everyone and everything (nor do I expect anyone to). I know there are plenty of real conspiracies, corruption, and manipulation and I’m often outspoken about some of it… but make no mistake. I believe in humanity and something much greater. I know that there is more love shaping the world than hate. I trust the bigger picture.
I have long gone through my dark days in hell. I know that mindset that says “it’s me alone against the world.” I know what it’s like to be lied to, stolen from, hurt, and betrayed by some of those closest to me. I know what it’s like to hate someone so bad that I would gladly end it all for the opportunity to hurt them in the worst possible way.
I also know what it is like to have someone I never imagined help me out of a crisis when all hope was lost. I know what it is like to be given opportunities that I never thought I would have. And, I know what it is like to forgive… myself and others, and how great it feels to have that huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
My views of the world shifted during these transitions. It’s easy to think the world is conspiring against you when you’re betrayed, disempowered, and or hurting inside. It’s convenient to play the victim role but, it’s definitely not behooving to.
Artwork: Book of Blood by Carlos Quevedo