If you knew you were torturing yourself, it would stop in a heartbeat. Clearly, I'm tortured by people that aren't as sharp as I am, that aren't eloquent, that don't speak in short sentences, that don't get to the point. I'm tortured. Am I actually tortured by that person?
Or am I tortured by an image that I have of myself as being someone who would never be like that? So that when I sit and resist and despise such people, am I actually despising them? Or is an image of myself sitting there and judging itself and then deciding, this is why I feel the way I do.
Do you know, if I never spoke again, and I gave one instruction, it would be this: Never blame another human being for how you feel. That would be enough because you'd see first that you can't stop doing that. Two words: resistance and insistence. They're not separate things. They're one state of a divided mind that doesn't know what it is and what it does to itself.
When we are in pain over anyone or anything that is in our life, the condition that we blame for the pain is not outside of us. And until we learn that lesson, our consciousness will continue to create scenarios by which our suffering is explained, but never changed.
