The chosen one. The savior. The liberator.
It seems like we are all kind of waiting for them to show up. The one who changes everything. The one who overcomes all the resistance. The one who forges a new path.
Where are they when we need them?
Where are they when the going gets tough, when the way seems blocked and our chances seem unlikely?
The messiah is the chosen one, but it is not the people who choose. She chooses. She decides to actually do the practice. She decides that impossibility is an empty threat and no one is ever going to be available to do the work for her.
This time. This life. It's up to you. Your choice.
Clarify your practice. Let your practice clarify you.
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