I feel as though I’ve had a thick, wooly blanket thrown over my mind.
Why was I so consumed with reading about other people’s thoughts, beliefs, and theories about the nature of our reality instead of just experiencing it for myself? Why did I accept other people’s views about what was possible or impossible even as I had experience after experience showing me the exact opposite?
Now, I am starting to feel a new sense of enthusiasm and freedom. Even the familiar view out of my bedroom window seems fresh and exciting. Maybe this is a wee taste of how the explorers of old felt as they sailed or hiked away from everything they knew, into the beautiful unknown.
I bought in to the idea that everything had already been dissected and categorized and now it was up to me to make sure that I learned the officially agreed upon version and stayed well away from anything too close to the fringes.
I feel as though we know next to nothing about the true nature of our vast reality. And that is a wonderfully exciting thought.