If you learn to laugh at your own stupidity, all the rubbish in you will turn into manure very fast. And manure is good for growth.
Amazing to see all the rubbish of “me”.
The investment in a “person” that is only a caricature of I am.
From the perspective of “me” it might feel life threatening; the caterpillar might judge the transformation into a butterfly as hostile.
Life, Love is the only teacher, using whatever means is suitable in the moment.
Is the separate-self like a cocoon that will break when there is enough spiritual muscle?