Imagine yourself on a deserted island, trying to do a handstand.  Imagine yourself falling over.  Imagine yourself getting up and trying again.  And again.  And again.  Getting a bit more stable each time.  Would you give up after four attempts?  Would you feel like a failure, all by yourself on that deserted island, without anybody watching, anybody knowing?  Or would you keep on going?  Would you observe yourself, tweaking and adjusting?  And burst with joy as you finally see the world upside down, feet firmly in a straight line above your head?

Imagine yourself on a crowded island, trying to do a handstand.  Imagine yourself falling over. Imagine yourself getting up and trying again.  And again.  And again.  Getting a bit more stable each time.  Would you give up after four attempts?  Would you feel like a failure, amidst all these people watching?  Or would you keep on going?  Would you observe yourself, tweaking and adjusting?  And burst with joy as you finally see the world upside down, feet firmly in a straight line above your head?

My guess is that most of us on that crowded island would stop dead after a few attempts, embarrassed and feeling bad. “I am such a failure.” “How could I ever think I would be able to do a handstand? I am just not good enough.” “I will never be respected again, now everybody has witnessed my pathetic failing attempts.”

My guess is that most of us on that crowded island wouldn’t even start experimenting with doing a handstand in the first place. “I would just make a complete fool of myself.” “People will think I’ve gone crazy, trying a handstand on my age.” “I’ll be the laugh of the town. I’d better stick to what I know instead of losing myself in these frivolous ideas.”

Could it be that the idea of being judged by others makes us feel so bad? Could it be that our idea of what others might think and say about us makes us feel so miserable?

Could it be that, by not acting out of fear of what others might think, we let them make the decisions in our life? Could it be that, by not acting out of fear of what others might say, we let them rule our life?

What if we would just be focused on ourselves, just focused on what we would love to do? Would that create the space and energy to simply get started?  Would that create the space and energy to learn from what went wrong, to tweak and adjust?  Would that create the space and energy to continue and give it another shot?

 

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