How world-football helped me understand passion.
And for years I have attributed this masochistic pastime to an oral fixation for focus. Hand in mouth equaled mental motors moving. A way to curb my mind from wandering. But I was wrong.
Could the key to happiness be held in one simple question?
We are not born with demons.
They are created.
We learn them from experiences that lead us to then form memories in their honor. Fed by fear and assumption, we give them an illusory life of their own.
We name them.
We construct a story in their honor.
We proceed to retell that story to ourselves and those around us, over and over and over again.
We reinforce the supposed truths within it.
Like the Hindu deity Ganesha, we are the placers of our own obstacles and so, it is only we who can remove them.