In my early 30s, I read Victor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning for the fist time.
I remember reading it and having one of those kaleiscope shifting moments that changed me completely.
It blew my mind that someone could be a prisoner in a concentration camp and at the same time come to the understanding that he could choose how he thought. That he could be in hell, with suffering and death all around him, not in control of anything in his outside world, and still have this amazing insight.
That the one thing no one could ever take from him was his choice in how he responds to life.
As Frankl said, this is the ultimate in human freedoms.
Thinking for ourselves, tuning into our own inner guidance, and choosing our own way.
Opting out of victim mentality and giving our power away.
Remembering the truth of who we are at the core.
Remembering that we are powerful beings.
And that no matter where we find ourselves, we get to choose how we react to anything that comes our way.
We can slow down, get quiet, and check in with ourselves.
Let that inner place of insight take the wheel.
Our innate intelligence. Our wisdom. That knowingness that each of us came to this planet with.
The amazing inner power and freedom that each of us possesses.