When I was 11 years old, I hated my handwriting the moment I became aware of it. I'd never really noticed it - until I did. Looked down at my school-book one day and it really bothered me for some reason. It was objectively ugly. I learned a valuable lesson in that moment, because I simply decided not to sit with the (quite literally) ugly truth before me. I simply decided that, from that moment on, I was going to write beautifully. That my writing would be beautiful. I remember the thought clearly - and that it came without hesitation. The magical part of the lesson was that the very next sentence I wrote was in pristine calligraphy. On that very same page. Keep in mind, I had never ever written properly or even close to good before. My writing looked awkward and unnatural before that at all times. I simply decided that I was going to do it - and that's all it took to upgrade. I immediately gained the ability to write in "Elvish". It won me a calligraphy contest just a week after that, because people became enamored by my writing whenever they would see me journal so much. They wanted their names written out in beauty. Even today, it's a fun conversation every time. That is the power and grip language has over reality. It also showcases the power of a simple decision that is made alone with one's self. You don't need outside opinions as much as you think you do. You can simply decide, make a decision, and follow up. But not just decision-making either - it takes a child's pure-and-innocent belief to awaken great and instantaneous change in one's psyche. The identity must remain flexible for the neuroplasticity to engage. The ego hardens the mind, it hardens the psyche, it disallows great change. Humbleness, honesty, purity and will, on the other hand, allow the mind to upgrade at a moment's notice. One need only remain open to the possibility.