Every single human, whether they admit it or not, feel above average, and smarter than most everyone… and Forget Thyself is the worst.
It is a daily practice of mine to make myself a learning machine… learn from everyone, including my students.
Humility… it’s actually very hard… you need to give credit where credit is due, and every time, it’s human nature, you experience the marker feelings that come along with comparison: someone is better than me… therefore I must be no good.
No one looks at Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs as showing you what you need to work on next.
And given that only a minuscule percentage of the population ever reaches the higher levels of the needs, that is a stupid thing to do.
You don’t automatically advance to the higher levels, no matter how much “high” desire you have, no matter how empty you feel, how locked in you feel, how much you hate that you are meek, or abused, or have no freedom.
Where are you in self-realization? Have you realized all the treasures you were given at birth?
I have been getting lots of critical and ugly emails and comments.
I am contemplating if I should get upset, then I watch Brene Brown’s talk on video, and shrug.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Depending on where you are in self-realization, you are going to love and cherish, or be so what about the video…
What is the truth about you? Why aren’t you as intelligent as you were born to be, as rich, famous, appreciated, happy, as you could be given by your inborn characteristics?