When I like/dislike the world, I split myself like a fish gutted. After all, I am the world. We see how riven, roiled and tribalized we are while simultaneously not seeing that it’s a projection of binary mind, of like/dislike until the curtain falls.
What pleases us is good, what displeases us is bad. This is the province of the personality, aka the little me, the false self. The best is neither good nor bad. It’s now.
Every negative thought I’ve ever had has been wrong, misleading or self-destructive. I wish I’d figured this out earlier. See what I mean?
What is the difference between good judgement and bad judgement? Same as the difference between good unicorns and bad unicorns. The renunciant has dispensed with the fiction of judgement. He has no enemies.
Trust is the secret of life. It’s the realization that whatever happens, happens to help me. If I trust life, I don’t judge it or grieve it or describe myself as a victim.