def: A requirement that must be satisfied in order for me to be okay.
When I’m completely honest with myself, I see that aside from what I may have been thinking and believing at the time, there has never been a moment that I was not okay.
Prior to my negative opinion or arbitrary, uninformed preference for something other than what is, everything is always as it should be. (What’s my alternative?)
When I am sane, I recognize that “what should be” is “what is” and that “what is” is always okay.
It’s my argument with what is that causes all my trouble.
How do I know I don’t need something? I don’t have it. How do I know I need something? I have it. (Credit: Byron Katie)
If I’m looking for proof…I have survived EVERYTHING I’ve ever experienced, haven’t I?
“But I may die!”
Well, what tells me I won’t be okay then? I can question that thought.
And as I do, inquiry just keeps showing me that, while I may have unsatisfied wants, there is no such thing as a need that is not currently being met.
Everything that happens is a gift.
I do not need comfort. I don’t need anything I don’t have.
I do not need other people’s goals to align with mine.
I do not need people to be peaceful for me to be at peace with them.
I do not need to be liked or understood.
I do not need to clear up anyone else’s story.
I don’t need hell to be a good person.
If I think I need to be some way in order to be okay…
I’ve never needed to know what’s coming.