It was almost exactly a year after my mom had passed. I was 31, living in a three-bedroom house alone in Phoenix. I had a fridge full of booze and fast food. My social interactions were few and hollow. I didn’t have a job and writing, my one true passion, had become purposeless for me—everything had.
We are a people who want to have our cake and eat it too. Spiritually speaking, this means we desire to live a high life of Love, but we also want to hold tight to our lowly ego desires, grievances, and fears. We want to be our highest self (Love-based) as much as we don’t want to let go fully of our lower self (fear-based), so we rationalize being a little of both.