As we swing into the weekend (and I prep for tonight’s ayahuasca ceremony), I’d like to pose an idea to you:
What if there are no limits?
No limits to the amount of money you can make.
No limits to the number of people you can serve.
No limits to the happiness, joy, purpose and beauty you can enjoy.
No limits to anything.
I’m not saying it IS true… but what if it was?
What would you do?
How would you behave?
Who would you be?
If the idea of “no limits” is too hard to imagine, then change the thought experiment to:
What if most limits are garbage?
Keep the scientific and mathematical laws if you want.
Assume if you’re 57 years old, you’ll never play college basketball.
And remember that there’s only ever 24 hours in a day.
But other than the obvious “limits”, what about the rest?
I can’t be happy. Maybe a little bit happy. But not totally, 100%, completely, “jumping for joy” happy. Not “ON FIRE” happy. That’s not possible. Not for me. Only for other people.
Is that really true?
Is it a real limit in the way that gravity is a limit?
Or is it just a story that you’ve latched onto?
I’ll never be healthy. My mind will always be like this. I’ll always be depressed and anxious. It’s never going to end.
Is that really true?
Or is it just another idea?
If you don’t believe you can heal, you probably won’t. But if you do… anything is possible 🤯
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John Wood