Why Most People Don't Understand

I know a guy who went on a spiritual quest to Sedona, Arizona.
Since then, he hasn't been the same.
Also, he is bipolar and stopped taking his medication.
(Which isn't why I'm writing this)

He's been struggling with accepting that most people aren't accepting him.
And the changes he's made. (Partly to do with them worrying about him).

This is something I have been struggling with also.
However, I'm not as open as he is about my spirituality
or the process of transformation that I'm undergoing.
I only write about it on here. I don't talk about it with anyone.
Not for fear of what they think or whatever. It's not that, at all.
It's that they couldn't accept me, ever, no matter how I was.
Also, there is no point in talking to them about things
they are not ready to think about let alone talk about.

So the advice I gave him was about allowing.
Allowing allows us to accept. We can't accept what we disallow.
Either we allow or we resist and resistance only creates barriers.
Between us and others and between us and our own growth.
If people can't or won't understand,
it's their own resistance, their own barriers,
and even their own capacity to understand in the first place.
They create their own barriers to their own understanding.

The only way to make an allowance for them is to let them be.
The only way to make an allowance for everything is to let it be.
Don't have to want it or like it the way it is or the way people are.
It's not about wanting it or liking it. It's just about letting it.

When we're letting it be the way it is, or them be the way they are,
it stops mattering how it is and how they are.
When it stops mattering, it stops affecting us.

Another thing, I was worried and wondering about something.
For days because I wasn't being given any info or anything.
I'm pretty understanding when I know what's going on.

When people don't know, they can't understand.

I guess you can say that this is what's going on with me.
With me not telling anyone what's going on with me and my stuff,
but I know my family and how they have never allowed me to be myself. Ever.
Their reactions say it all. I know that they don't understand.
Even if they knew what it's been like for me all these years
to have to oppress and suppress myself because that's what they wanted me to do,
and I wasn't able to grow that way, I still don't think they'd understand.
If they did, even a little bit, they wouldn't treat me that way.
They would have allowed me to be myself, as I am.
Instead of forcing me to confine myself. Constantly.

Instead of asking themselves why they react the way they do,
and why they cannot accept me, it has to be my fault that they do and they can't.

I'm only writing about this (again) because it took me years to realize
that it was never my fault. No matter what any of them told me.
No matter how they tried to shame, blame, or tame me.
It's not my fault that they react the way they react.
It's not my fault that they have an extremely limited capacity for understanding.
They had years and years and years to TRY to understand me.
So I stopped. I stopped trying to explain myself.
I still play by their 'rules' to make them feel in 'control'
because that's what makes them 'happy.'

I've started looking at it as a game. I'm always win by 'allowing' them to 'win.'
I'm always going to be the only one who truly knows me.
Who truly understands me.
As long as I remember who knows me best, F*CK the rest.