Consider this, old friend; there comes a moment—quiet, unscheduled—when you look at yourself honestly
and see the walls you’ve been living inside.
Not steel prison bars, but beliefs of steel.
A cocoon of “this is who I am, “this is as far as I go,”
“this is what feels safe.”
You feel and realize how it confines you.
How it sustains the allure of the material world just beyond reach—not because it is forbidden,
but because you have learned to fear your own growth potential.
The fear of success.
The fear of the unknown.
The fear of discovering what you’ve never been allowed to feel and experience.
The fullness.
You tell yourself:
“I don’t know what real success feels like.”
And so the nervous system clings to the familiar struggle.
The saboteur whispers:
Stay here. This is safe. At least this pain is familiar.
This is the inner beggar.
Not poor because he lacks potential—
but because he believes the story of lack.
He survives within limitations,
calling it humility, calling it realism, calling it safety.
And yet…
The only thing that stands in the way
of becoming what you wish to be—
your dream, your vision, your abundance—is you.
But which You?
Not the You that sees this.
It is the small You. The conditioned You.
The one wired with inherited fear, borrowed beliefs, and programs written before you had a reason to question them.
Thus, you mistake protection for truth.
It confuses security with life. It plays the role of the beggar so convincingly that it forgets it is acting.
But beyond the beggar, success is not the only thing.
Beyond poverty is not wealth.
Beyond failure is not achievement.
Those are still opposites—two sides of the same coin, even if one side is more enjoyable.
Beyond both… lives the King.
Not the king of possessions, but the king of sovereignty.
The one who knows how to enjoy the earthly life
without being possessed by it.
The one who can taste pleasure without losing awareness.
The person who can build, create, succeed, and receive without confusing any of it for their identity.
This is Zorba dancing while the Buddha watches behind the scenes.
And yet—even the King is not the final truth.
Beyond beggar and success,
beyond poverty and prosperity,
beyond fear and ambition,
beyond ascent and descent—
There is the Watcher.
The Witness.
The One untouched by either side of the coin.
The self before the descent, before the spacesuit of body and personality.
Before the nervous system learned to flinch and before the programs began running your life.
This is the awareness that watched you become small—and never became small itself.
Your suffering did not come from limitations.
It came from believing limitations were you.
Your playing small didn't come from humility; it resulted from forgetting your true nature.
You weren't born to be trapped or to struggle.
You were born to experience life—
fully human, fully alive, fully embodied—
without forgetting what you are.
This isn't about rejecting the world. It’s about no longer being hypnotized by fear.
It's not about escaping success.
It's about allowing success to flow naturally without letting it define you.
The cocoon is cracking now because you are no longer asking.
“How do I become more?”
You are asking,
Who is the one pretending to be less?"
That question alone is already the beginning of freedom.
And the king—the real one—has been watching the whole time.
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