Sometimes the intellect can be so defined, that we forget we must apply it. Like a tool that sits in a shed, it’s nothing with application.
In regards to doing things, honestly, there is nothing aside from actually just doing it that works. I am convinced that when we do the things that count, the things we intuitively know are right, then everything around it falls into place. It’s just the small self, the destructive ego that is wishful. Wishing anything, never got anyone anywhere.
Sent with love,