I will do my best.
Such harmless, well-meant words. Said to yourself thousands of times. Learned from parents and teachers who said it to you thousands of times.
A fantastic example of how we innocently create our suffering.
With the tiny word “I” you create the concept of a “me” who supposedly controls and is responsible for the thoughts and actions of the bodymind.
This main character is given the impossible responsibility of living its life well while having no control over it whatsoever. It’s a disastrous set-up.
It’s the ultimate recipe for life-long frustration and disappointment, mixed in with just enough wins to keep you addicted to the idea that someday you’ll get it to work.
With the words “will do” you create the entire fallacy of free will. But life is the painful discovery that you don’t control what you will. And if you do happen to will the right thing, there’s no saying whether it will get done.
And with that tiny word “best,” you create an entire world of pain in the form of self-judgment. Who gets to determine what best is, or when it’s not enough?
You’re stuck in a self-made trap.
Until you discover that YOU are what has always been aware of the trap, and aware of the illusion of a someone stuck inside it.
