Loving is a feeling that puts us in the highest degree of perception; beyond an appearance, this is a reality that makes us see a part of ourselves that tells us who we are; the rest has that dark side that we do not usually resort to it for fear of feeling bad. However, it is stalking us so that it eats away at our minds, so we tend to repress it to be socially accepted, believing that we are well and judging others exceptionally harshly. We hate that part of ourselves that we see reflected in others. The ones we ignore don't bother us because it's not part of us. What checks you shock you.
To live with our eyes closed is to live in an unreal world, allowing that dark side that we carry within us to justify us, allowing our unconscious to take over in such a way that, by escaping public shame, we explain it, making ourselves extremely hard to when it comes to judging, offending others, feeling that they deserve it, abusing our power or becoming vulnerable and allowing abuse, both are damages that are done to justify some unworked trauma, victimize oneself or justify oneself before what has no justification is losing the reality and objectivity of the dark part that we all carry and that we only control to belong and play the rules that are imposed on us. Looking for the opportunity of those biases of the morally correct that leads us to experience in a wrong way what worries us, attracts, or limits us. Without being able to be ourselves, that by being ourselves we can be what we want without affecting others or causing them harm. We remember the respect and space that begins where ours ends.
We are not saviors of the world; we can find a way to help without falling into impositions that attack the individuality of others, so looking inside ourselves and knowing who we really are and what we want to change, or control cannot make us free, with rules and rules that allow us to overcome those barriers of confusion that limit our progress. Inside us, we know that it is the best; what we do not want to hear is what usually bothers us, what makes us bitter. Allow us to be special and unique. Therefore, we must maintain control of what makes us wild by controlling that being that wants the rein to always leave it limited to not giving the extra, to the mediocrity of existence of half beliefs. He half believes that he can, half believes that he achieves it, and half does it without ever opening himself to new opportunities with frustrated dreams and goals never achieved.