Buddhists see life as a rediscovery of what we have forgotten. In fact, there is no one who can tell you what to want. No secret, no secret ingredient, and nothing outside of you that can answer that question.
The search outside is nothing more than the search for a confirmation of what you know inside but don’t believe yet. And so you can wait your whole life for someone to give you permission to do what you want to do.
There is no institution, no license and no certificate that gives you permission to do your thing. No moustached driver’s license examiner sits in the back seat and watches you accidentally overtake on the highway.
Someone who has outgrown the way of thinking in hierarchies asks himself a new question. Instead of „Who gives me permission?“ he asks himself „Who wants to stop me?“ And he simply accelerates. Who wants to stop you?
Who, if not you?