Everything is (x) and not (x).
Everything is (x) and not (x).
Always.
Consider this box:
It is a box AND it is not a box.
The upper left face is the face closest to me AND it is not.
The lower right face is the face closest to me AND it is not.
It always comes down to a choice of which way to look at it (whether I know I’m making a choice or not).
How I look at a situation is always the result of what I’m thinking and believing.
When I question what I’m believing about what I’m thinking, I begin to see that my perspective is not a permanent objective thing but a malleable subjective thing. Because I notice that whenever my belief changes, my perspective changes along with it. And when my perspective changes, my belief changes along with it.
When I can no longer believe in an objective “correct” perspective, I discover that I can try on new perspectives like hats and see what fits (I’ll know it fits when I am completely at peace in it).
And when I change perspectives...
Nothing changes about the situation
AND
everything changes about the situation
...depending on my perspective.
For instance...
I am writing this right now
AND
I am not writing this right now.
(I am not writing this right now.)
(I am not, writing this right now.)
(I am not writing this right now.)
(I am not writing this right now.)
(I am not writing this right now.)
All of it true, depending on my perspective.
When I play a video game...
This character is me
AND
This character is not me.
Both true, depending on my perspective.
The government should care about what I want to do
AND
The government should not care about what I want to do.
Both true, depending on my perspective.
I am wealthy beyond belief.
AND
I have nothing.
Both true, depending on my perspective.
I am a victim of the injustice of the world
AND
I am not a victim of the injustice of the world.
Both true, depending on my perspective.
This is the most important thing in the world
AND
It is completely inconsequential.
Both true, depending on my perspective.
So, in terms of my experience of the world, I don’t figure out what’s true, I don’t discover what’s true...
I choose what’s true.
And then it is.
Why would I consciously decide on a truth that brings me anything but joy, that is anything but okay: peaceful, kind, loving, connected...a gift from the universe?
Maybe because I believe I have to. And if that’s the case, and that causes me any stress, I can question the thought.
Other than that, the only reason would be for the fun of it.
And when it stops being fun, I can let that go and return to the truth.
What truth?