What if scientists can never find the miracle matter of consciousness because consciousness is always expanding and changing? Since we are part of consciousness, there is no end point. It’s the same scenario as the chicken and the egg. I wonder what it would look like if we all stopped trying to figure things out and do, and instead, just receive and be.
Acutely aware of how my self is resisting stepping up and out. I am choosing to love mySELF and keep going even though I’m not sure how. Just by acknowledging this, it’s progress. This nagging feeling of not living up to expectations is really present. I wonder where that comes from. Whose expectations am I not meeting? A thought just crosses my mind… what if the whole idea of expectations is an illusion? What if there is no such thing as an expectation? Freedom…plain and simple, that’s what : )