Everyone’s choices are perfect for them.
We are drawn to what we’re drawn to for a reason.
It doesn’t matter why.
“Why” is the mind trying to make sense of things.
Our choices may not make sense from the logical, linear perspective of the mind.
And another’s choices may not make much sense to us either.
At some point, we may tire of the game of attempting to make sense of things.
Perhaps because life has torn us the f*ck apart and nothing seems to make sense anymore.
Our mind can no longer keep the forces of disillusionment at bay.
It can no longer stop the inevitable momentum of surrender.
It’s around this time we may begin to sense there is an “us” beyond the mind that guides our choices.
An us that is co-creating the perfect curriculum for our adventure.
An us that leads us to choices that may sometimes appear inconsiderate or foolish to ourselves and others.
As we get in touch with this part of us and begin to experiment with its guidance, we may begin to sense a perfection to every unfolding moment of life.
We may be so lit up by organic flow that there is no longer any other way we wish to live.
And we may begin to wonder if we’re even making “choices” at all.
As we dive further down the rabbit hole of trusting our inner guidance, we may begin to sense that we have no idea what the f*ck is going on.
We’re just here.
And so is everyone else.
Perhaps being guided along our adventure by an unknown source within us.
At this point, humility may begin to take the lead.
Whatever the h*ll that means.
The concept of judgment may begin to lose relevance.
Did it ever even exist at all?
The option to debate another’s perspective may lose its appeal.
We all have our own guidance.
I know nothing.
What is there to debate?
If we don’t know what the f*ck is going on, and we’re being guided by sources beyond our conscious awareness, how can we possibly judge anything?
What point is there in debating anything?
It’s all just happening.
Judging and debating are revealed as games of the mind.
And we may be losing interest in these games.
And gaining interest in a different game.
A game in which the mind becomes a tool of the heart.
The heart is the portal to the “us beyond us.”
Its whispers are gentle reminders of an expanded perspective our mind may not have access to.
As we allow space in our lives to hear these whispers and surrender to the wisdom of the heart, our choices may no longer need to make sense to us.
Others’ choices may no longer need to make sense to us.
And it may become irrelevant if our choices make sense to anyone else.
We may begin to wonder what “making sense” even means.
If this concept has any meaning at all.
If anything has any meaning at all.
The judgment game unravels as we begin to see life as a beautiful organic flow.
As we begin to sense the utter perfection of every single unfolding moment of existence.
As we begin to sense that the mind may never understand.
Perhaps the mind was never meant to understand.
And perhaps the end of attempting to understand is the beginning of understanding.
And the end of judgment.
A version of this post was originally posted on TroyCohen.Wordpress.com and is republished here with permission from the author.