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Le texte d’aujourd’hui est un extrait du livre de Kamal Ravikant « Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It ». Vous le retrouverez dans la vidéo ainsi qu’en dessous de celle-ci.
What is this about?
Loving yourself. Same thing your mom told you, same thing self-help books repeat enough times to be cliché. But there is a difference. It’s not lip service. It’s not a fire and forget type approach. It’s something I learned from within myself, something I believe saved me. And more than that, the way I set about to do it. Most of it, simple enough to be idiotic. But in simplicity lies truth. In simplicity lies power.
Starting with the write-up I sent to my friend, this is a collection of thoughts on what I learned, what worked, what didn’t. Where I succeed and importantly, where I fail daily.
As a wise friend likes to remind me, this is a practice. You don’t go to the gym once and consider yourself done. Same here. Meditation is a practice. Working out is a practice. Loving yourself, perhaps the most important of all, is a practice.
The truth is to love yourself with the same intensity you would use to pull yourself up if you were hanging off a cliff with your fingers. As if your life depended upon it. Once you get going, it’s not hard to do. Just takes commitment and I’ll share how I did it.
It’s been transformative for me. I know it will be transformative for you as well.
I was in a bad way. Miserable out of my mind. There were days when I’d lie in bed, the drapes closed, day outside sliding into night and back to day, and I just didn’t want to deal. Deal with my thoughts. Deal with being sick. Deal with heartache. Deal with my company tanking. Deal….with….life.
Here is what saved me.
I’d reached my breaking point. I remember it well. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done. Done with all of this. This misery, this pain, this angst, this being me. I was sick of it, done.
Done. Done. Done.
And in that desperation, I climbed out of bed, staggered over to my desk, opened my notebook, and wrote: “This day, I vow to myself to love myself, to treat myself as someone I love truly and deeply – in my thoughts, my actions, the choices I make, the experiences I have, each moment I am conscious, I make the decision I LOVE MYSELF.”
There was nothing left to say. How long it took me to write this, less than a minute perhaps. But the intensity, it felt like I was carving words onto paper, through the desk. I’d been disgusted with myself – I could love another and wish them well, but what about me? From now on, I would focus only on this thought. For me.
How to love myself, I did not know. All I knew was that I’d made a vow – something far greater than a commitment, bigger than a I-wish or a nice-to-have. A vow. I was going all in or destroy myself trying. There was no middle ground.
In my bedroom, in the darkness, with a city outside that had no idea of the decision that’d been made or even cared, I set out to love myself.
And the way I did it, it was the simplest thing I could think of and one that I knew I was capable of. I started telling myself, “I love myself.” A thought I would repeat again and again. First, lying in bed for hours, repeating to myself, “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself….”
The mind would wander, of course, head down rat holes, but each time I noticed, I’d return to repeating “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself….” and it continued.
First in bed, then showering, then when online, then when I’d be talking to someone, inside my head, I’d be going, “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself.” It became the anchor, the one true thing.
And I got better. My body started healing faster. My state of mind grew lighter. But the thing I never expected or imagined, life got better. But not just better, things happened that were fantastically out of my reach, things I couldn’t have dreamt of. It was as if life said, “Finally, you idiot! And let me show you that you made the right decision.”
It did. People came into my life, opportunities arose, I found myself using the word “magic” to describe what was happening.
And through it all, I kept repeating to myself, “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself.”
In less than a month, I was healthy, I was fit again, I was naturally happy, I was smiling. Amazing people were coming into my life, situations were naturally resolving themselves. And through it all, whether I was at my computer again, or kissing a pretty woman, in my head, I’d be telling myself, I love myself.
In all honesty, in the beginning, I didn’t believe that I loved myself. How many of us do? But it didn’t matter what I believed. All that mattered was doing it and I did it the simplest way I could think, by focusing on one thought again and again and again and again until it was more on my mind than not.
Imagine that. Imagine the feeling of catching yourself loving yourself without trying. It’s like catching a sunset out of the corner of your eye. It will stop you.
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