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PRETENDING IS

 Imagine, if you will, that life is a grand play, a cosmic dance, and in this theater, you are both the actor and the audience. Now, what would happen if you pretended—fully and without reservation—that everything always works out for you? Not in the sense of blind optimism, mind you, but as a playful, willing suspension of disbelief. For when you choose to pretend, you aren’t deceiving yourself; rather, you’re giving yourself the freedom to explore life with an open heart, free from the shackles of doubt.  It is as if you are casting a spell upon yourself, a deliberate enchantment of your own mind, creating the reality you wish to experience.

Pretending that all things work in your favor doesn’t mean you’re ignoring reality, but rather that you are, in a sense, creating it. You see, when you act as if everything will fall into place, you change your relationship to the present moment. You bring a lightness, a sense of possibility, and the courage to face whatever may come. This isn’t about naivety; it’s about aligning with the rhythm of life, trusting that the universe is always in motion, always in balance, and therefore, so are you.

So, dare to pretend—pretend that each twist, each turn, each so-called ‘setback’ is an essential part of your story, an exquisite part of your journey. In doing so, you stop resisting, stop clinging to outcomes, and allow life to unfold in its fullness. Through this playful act of pretending, you’re not just a passive observer; you become a co-creator in the great mystery. And perhaps, just perhaps, by pretending that everything works out for you, you will see that, in the end, it always does.



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