When I was in therapy in my late teens, I drafted up this warm comforting idea that because I had been through such a disturbing childhood, adulthood would be full of less pain and more bliss. A trade-off per se.
And, as almost every self-realization blog post transitions, I was wrong.
This idea, this possibility, appealed to me greatly even into my twenties; it still does. The overconfidence guided me into a carefree state-of-mind—evident throughout college.
Once college was over and no longer was an institution telling me what to do, where to go and when to be there… things weren’t as easy.
So, I created my own agenda, yet a free to choose institution: traveling. Traveling and loving my travel partner at the same time was and still is pure bliss. Nevertheless, it was full of slow to admit failure, wrong turns, and an overabundance of questioning.
One of those questions being, why the hell am I still facing some ruthless challenges? I thought this was supposed to go away.
Maybe this is the biggest challenge of them all – questioning a belief that we engrained in ourselves or someone else embedded in us, say a long time ago. Conceivably an idea from a therapy session, a religious sermon, or an educational lecture.
The truth is, I have some interesting ideas and beliefs that may be wrong. And scientifically speaking, that most likely means a lot of us do. I will always respect the opinion of a professional, religious leader or scholar. But what I won’t do is deny the fact that the knowledge of belief is full of formed judgments based on a specific and complicated (personal) perspective (not necessarily scientific facts). Those conclusions are beliefs that should never get away without question.