Willingness is different from wanting to. I’m willing to go to the meeting this evening. I don’t want to, however, particularly. Actually, I actively want NOT to. But I am willing to go.
Willingness is about the recognition that there MIGHT be another world available, one behind the clouds, and that, if there are actions to get me there, I will take them, reluctant as I am, oddly, to leave behind this world, being the only world I know, and my ideas being, at times, the only self I know. Who would I be without them?
There comes a point where you realise the fabric of your mind is a set of coded illusions … Even the discernment of what is true and false may itself be one of the illusions.
I look at the IDEAS contained in my mind, and I am willing to concede that I cannot trust, implicitly, the thoughts that cross my mind like the images on a wall of television screens. I am willing to turn away and ask to be shown something different.