Fact Checking the Masters’ Stories: One

Self-doubt is not a tsunami that sweeps you up, threatens to crack you into a thousand tiny fragments and turn your refined gait into a jerky mess, and then finally departs, forever vanquished, into the ethers, leaving you under a fig tree to enjoy enlightenment.

Self-doubt lives in every moment, it inhabits the very triumphs it denounces. This, cohabitating with Mara, is the enlightenment Siddhartha enjoyed. It’s yours too, and mine.

Welcome to The Paradox, baby!