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Curious Case of the Open Backdoor

What does a backdoor mean to you?

In matters related to computers, a backdoor is something that breaches security measures and accesses private data without your permission- some means hackers would use.

In matters of real estate, a backdoor is a door at the rear end of a house or building. Leaving it open would often mean keeping the house insecure as one would seldom be guarding that end unless when close to it. Leaving it open would also give one the chance to run away from the backdoor when someone uninvited unwanted is at the front door.

So, what does backdoor mean when it comes to your life goals?
It's something on the similar lines-
Every time you devise a plan B, you are creating a backdoor in your life and leaving it open.

Your life goals could be anything - that career option, that job offer, that relationship, that marriage proposal, that transfer letter, anything significant, and anything that makes you wonder how it would turn out, anything where the future is uncertain.

What happens when we devise a plan B? We create a sense of security that if our plan A fails, we have plan B to fall upon. People with some amount of anxiety like myself would even devise a plan C, D, E and what not. We are the people who pack more than one pair of trousers for our 2-day trip to a nearby place to accommodate a what-if scenario. What if the pair of trousers I plan to wear gets torn or soiled somehow. So of course I would pack an extra pair of sandals, extra t-shirts, extra brasserie, extra underwear, extra everything. I would end up carrying the kind of luggage I needed not to in the first place. Most of the clothes would return back to the closet without ever been worn.

Sometimes we end up carrying invisible emotional baggage with us in a similar way. These aren't the baggage of your past hurts or relationships. These are baggage of fears and what ifs. These are questions that go like this- What if we fail at plan A? What would be our safety net? Who would catch us?

But what's wrong in that, you may ask. What can possibly be wrong with being a little prudent and making plans for a rainy day.

Well, there isn't anything wrong in it, except that when you buy too much into your own BS, you end up creating it. If I may explain, it is okay to pack an extra pair of trousers or know what you would do if your plan A fails and then forget about it. But it is not okay to keep repeating to yourself about your plan B or that extra pair of trousers. The more you reassure yourself that you have a plan B, the more you remind your subconscious mind about the plan B, and the more you would end up creating circumstances so that plan B happens a reality. Eventually, in reality plan A fails nevertheless, and you fall on plan B just like you had planned. 

What would happen if instead of plan B, you let the Universe catch you? What would happen if you shut your backdoor?
Maybe plan A would then succeed. Or something even better than plan A could happen.
Maybe now you could walk in and out of the front door without fear of thieves, intruders, unwanted visitors or nosy neighbours.
Maybe now you finally don't hide yourself or plan to escape because you are no longer afraid to be see because you know the Universe has your back.


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