by Sunil Bali, 06-03-16

As we grow up, society and advertising condition us to feel insecure about our weight, the way we look, our social status, sex appeal …… the list goes on.

We become convinced that we need to be fixed or improved. But we’re told it’s not your fault because there are millions of people with the same faults as you. You’re part of a much bigger problem and if you listen to the advice in the self-help products you’ll feel great.

Alas, after a quick self-help high we come down to earth with a bump, and in 99.99% of cases go back to feeling in some way inadequate and keep contributing to the global spend of over $20billion dollars a year on self-improvement books, CD’s and seminars.

There’s money to be made in curing people of their addiction to self-help books.

Yet if we wind the clock back a few years BC (before conditioning) to when you were three or four years old, being happy was easy. It came naturally. You didn’t try to be happy, because as a young child that was your natural state.

As a young BC child you forgave very quickly, went where there was excitement and stayed where there was love.

You played, created and learned everyday, before the grown ups told you what you must and should to and put you on the path to self-doubt and self-improvement.

May I put it to you that you don’t need to fix yourself, because you’re not broken.

Your not a pot hole that needs to be filled, you’re a light that needs to be shined.

And as for appealing to the opposite sex, the sexiest thing you can be is who you are. Unappealing is being something you are not …..like most politicians.

So tune into Radio BC once again, tune into your intuition and trust yourself.

When you remember and love the pure, unconditioned you that came into this world, the one that played care free in the sand, then you’re on the path to joy and fulfillment.

Self-acceptance of the glorious self that is you makes self-improvement unnecessary.

Believe the truth about yourself …..no matter how beautiful it is.

 

Humour

There’s a strange new trend in the office. People are putting names on food in the company fridge.

Today I had a sandwich named Kevin.

A teacher asks her class of 5 year olds what religious objects they have in their homes.

One boy answers, “We have a picture of a woman with a halo holding a baby and every day my mother kneels in front of it."

The next little boy says, “We have a brass statue of a man seated with crossed legs and a Chinese face, and every day my parents burn an incense stick before it."

Then a third boy pipes up, “In the bathroom we have a flat, square box with numbers on it. Every day my mother stands on it first thing in the morning and screams, "Oh my God!’"

 

Live big & love deep.

Sunil

www.sunilbali.com