All thoughts just arise and are clearly subjective, owing to the persons programming or experience. If your Mom taught you as a child that all dogs were dangerous and would bite you, then that thought would arise. Is it true, no, but you would be convinced of the truth of it. So what is real??? If as a child there was the thought there is a monster under my bed, you would attach the emotion of fear to that thought and energy would be given to it. The heart speeds up when there is fear, the chemicals change in your body, so you are ready to fight or run or scream. but there is no real monster, it is just a thought. It is also just a thought that the thought is real and true. Just a thought that you are a solid object, but science knows that we are water and mostly air with energy running through it.I looked at the " Thoughts are real, but the content is not" thought again.
Every decision you think you make was already made, based on the stimuli, events occurring, stimulus /response/activation.
Isn't the clean,clear awareness, free of programming like a computer really you? Before all the stuff you were made to learn, forced to learn, told to do, told to think. Again ask where is the true awareness, is it in thoughts that the illusionary that I was told to think or just experiencing, my heart beat, touching someone, eating, running, laughing, crying, acting, not acting, smelling perfume, tasting pizza. What gives vibrance and freedom and creativity to life? Programming??
There is fear in not abiding by the content of thought.
The fear, where is it hiding, behind thoughts of if the truth is seen there might be failure? What is the real fear?? If I get this then my life has to move on? Really look, there will still be mind, existence, acting, doing all the things that are done now. But if I get this then I won't have an excuse to avoid challenges in my life? Is there really anything at all to fear?
Fear of failure? Everyone fails at something, so what? Then they get up and find a new purpose and meaning in their life.
Love, Metta

