Dear Diary,
Today, during a brief meditation, I found myself feeling a strong contempt toward some people who seem very hypocritical to me. They present themselves as “masters” in various fields without having titles, talents, qualifications, or real expertise, in my opinion, and they make a living selling courses or counseling or whatever.
You can tell from the very words I’m using that I’m very critical and a bit judgmental about these behaviors.
During that meditation, I entertained the thought that everything is perfect as it is and that some people might need interactions with these so-called “masters” (even if the experience involves treachery or disappointment, it would be a lesson nonetheless). These people appear to me as children, simply playing a game I’m no longer interested in.
My rage in this context then seemed to be a reminder that it’s a game I’m no longer interested in and that these are people I no longer wish to engage with.
Why was it necessary to remind me? Perhaps a sort of fear of missing out, or the belief that everyone has something to offer me, which might be true. Nevertheless, it is my responsibility to choose the right people for me at this time. Or something like that.
In any case, that seemed to be the process. If I do not “select” the people who best fit me, then contempt may rise.