It can be said that you get in the way of yourself.
If you did not gravitate to interference, I am thinking you would zoom along in Life. Of course, you do not have to zoom along. That you have to zoom is a contrasting idea you have like so many other contrasting ideas. Opposing ideas seem to start and halt your ideas.
Many of these particular ideas are called doubts. The world is full of them. Doubts are yours for the asking.
You have doubts because you hold fears to you. One of your monumental fears is fear of failing! The joker is that you cannot fail! How can you fail at Life when it is your Life to Live?
You are the author of your Life. I created you, indeed, and I also gave you free-standing Free Will, undeniably yours.
No one fails at Life. The common concept is, of course, that Life has to be fail-safe, as if your Life has to be one way, and, of course, one perfect way. Who is it in the world that says what is right for you or not right for you anyway? Is it they, them, others? Who?
How can you or anyone be so sure that you are not already perfectly right as you are, with or without stumbling blocks? How would you know that it is not perfect for you to be dyslexic or a stutterer or whatever else you may hold yourself accountable for?
You blame yourself in the world inasmuch as you believe someone else knows better than you. You may even believe that everyone else in the world knows better than you! There tends to be at least one counterpart who is always certain that he knows better than you, and you know less, and so you lose faith in your own inborn nature.
You might desire to change aspects in your Life — or to change everything — and you find your hands tied. Of course, you would have meant to please your parents and your teachers and your brothers and sisters and this neighbor or that, yet it’s unlikely that you succeed in this anyway.
What would such a Life be anyway had you left you, yourself, out of sorts and out of the equation? It has happened.
I desire that all My Children had been loved more — had, at the very least — felt more loved.
There are parenting rules laid down in the world. Rules may change and then change back and change again. Certain styles are in favor one year and out of favor the next.
Fortunately, I do not set down all the rules that have been ascribed to Me. My rules are few. Love is good advice — Great Advice — and I will shout it from the rafters. I will also shout out again and again to my beloved frayed children:
“Love! And Love more, and, Dear Ones, don’t worry so much. Perhaps peace is simply letting go of worries.”
Certainly, I favor Peace. Everyone knows this. Yet I also give you Free Will and never do I take it away from you. I give Free Will to everyone.
Basically, this means:
Smoke the Peace Pipe — or even raise your tomahawk, if you must, if you really must.
Give — or take.
Smile, or, if you prefer, frown.
Everyone wants to breathe on his own. At the same time, everyone has a clue as to what, from a bigger picture, I, God, find meaningful.
There seems to be a recurrent desire that the Earth be cleared and started all over!
Yes, there are different drummers who hear different tunes.
Just think, you strive to be perfect.
How do you know that your Life is not perfect just as it is? How do you know that the often accepted right way is perfect for you or not? Who is it who establishes what is right for you? Who is it who knows for certain what is the right way for another anyway, dear ones?