We are also Explorers.

We are driven to explore. It’s hardwired into us.

The sense of exploring that comes when YOU are already found… found to be whole, worthy, complete, good, good enough… is amazing.

Remember being a little kid? Exploring your neighborhood or Grandma’s backyard? Or The campsite your family used to go to… or the creek behind your school…

Remember when life seemed magical, new, and amazing? Do you remember being in awe of it all? The wonderment you felt about the great big world?

That “You” didn’t go anywhere… it was just replaced by a series of perspectives about the world that make it look like “not the awesome” world it is.

You’ve got stories. Programming. Conditioning… you’ve been trained NOT to be the curious little kid on a treasure hunt…

You’ve been taught to believe it’s not magical, not wonderful, and that it’s hard, you’ve got to work hard, be perfect, life’s a bitch, get a helmet… and so on.

So, maybe you don’t see the world as hard, maddening, frustrating, etc… do you still see the world and your place in it like a 5-year-old?

Didn’t think so.

But what if you did?

Sure, the world is “Real,” and “REAL SHIT” happens…

But not near as much as we believe it does.

That “thing” looming over your head if you do or don’t do something just right…

It doesn’t exist except that you think it does, except that you believe it does… and, so, that’s what you tell yourself… and that’s how you make it REAL.

Yep. Life can be hard; people die, you’ll die, family members will get sick, a hurricane will blow in and destroy your home and your business… clowns will get elected, tyrants blow up innocent people… uh huh, all true.

And?

All manner of shit IS going to happen to you.

Acting like nothing is wrong and positively thinking your way into a blissed-out, stoned ape perspective isn’t what I’m talking about…

Ignorance isn’t bliss. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t see it. Stepping in dog shit has consequences… acting like there isn’t any in the yard won’t make it magically go away.

On the other hand… how much “shit” are you adding on top of all that based on how you’re “being” and how you’re participating as you encounter life? It’s one thing not to pick up the dog shit. It’s another to join him and shit back there too.

This rabbit hole goes deep. Maybe we’ll explore it together soon, but think about this – what would your life experience be like if you approached it with the curiosity and wonderment of a child?

I’m talking childlike here, not childish.

You are, after all, an adult. Part of the equation is responsibility… level-headed, feet firmly on the ground, managing your shit for sure…

Just from a different perspective.

When we do this, inevitably, it leads us into an adventure…