Many of my old habits don’t work for me any longer. When I decide to play small and whine that the world is unfair, when I look with desirous longing on what I have not yet, when I act as if what I dream will not manifest, when I pretend to be incapable of understanding the mysteries of life, at all those times I am turning away from truth, my truth, and then the larger me wakes, intervenes, enforces the requirement that I close my eyes to falsehood and open my heart and mind to truth.

There’s no value in wishing for freedom as freedom is already my life. I’ve no need to want for more as I already have much.

I’ve no need to look at photos of the ocean for I live at the beach.