There is a profound discovery in recognizing that no one else really understands you or sees you. At first, it can seem heartbreaking, then it becomes liberating.
Heartbreaking, because the conditioned confusion wants so badly to be seen, to be understood, and it spends an enormous amount of energy trying to be so. In many ways, one's entire life can revolve around seeking to accomplish this end.
Liberating, because you can stop trying, you can stop playing an impossible game and gently allow …