I've come to appreciate the power of “just eat it.”
It’s like a mantra I keep coming back to. I've had countless discussions with Marcus and others, all revolving around the same notion: patience over ego, the long game over immediate gratification.
Just today, my ego took a hard hit. I could feel the sting, a bruise to the very core of my 3D self. I could have indulged the wounded part of me, the inner demon urging for a quick comeback, a short-term victory to soothe the ego. But I know better. That’s not the wise course. That’s not maturity.
I have to keep sight of what matters. The mission. The long-term prospects. My freedom. These are what should occupy my thoughts.
In the past, I’ve managed to tolerate quite a bit of nonsense, because I had an eye on the future. I understood that the eventual fruits borne of patience and persistence would far outweigh any fleeting, 3D win.
The rewards of this path are not solely financial. There's a spiritual payoff that is immeasurably larger. All it requires is for me to “eat it,” to endure, to suck it up.
I have to remember my purpose is not to get drawn into petty, 3D World Games. The true goal is to use this physical realm to elevate my spiritual self and to provide for my family.
Getting tangled in minute details, getting lost in the rat race, that's not why I decided to leave that race. I have to remember that. Eat it. The stakes are high. My freedom, my sovereignty, my creative independence are all on the line. Patience is paramount. Good things truly come to those who wait. This philosophy is so essential that I've made it a constant reminder on my phone screen.
I have to trust in the process, in the virtue of patience. It's a test, but I have faith that my patience will be rewarded. I just need to remember that, to always remember that.