Today I find myself realizing that it really isn't the destination. I keep thinking I "should" be getting to place where I feel happy, or at least content with myself, my life. And I keep working toward it, waiting for it. And it never comes. There is just that yuck of wishing something was different. That I had a significant other, that I could live comfortably on my income, that I was doing in my business that which calls to me and not trying to make everyone else happy instead, that people were better to each other.
I understand that this suffering is from not living completely in the now. Sounds like a simple proposition, doesn't it? It's somewhat terrifying. And, so at odds with how we've been taught to live our lives, that is almost seems a monumental undertaking. But I say this: We were seriously misinformed. We as a whole, especially in the US, have been fed a line of bullshit so wide that it's just commonly accepted as being REAL LIFE. It might be real, but it's fucking miserable. And until we finally learn to be accepting individuals, and create space for ourselves and others in which to just BE, we will continue to be so.
So, for today, I can recognize that the shit still comes around, not because I deserve it, not because I somehow manifested it, not because OTHER people are assholes, but just because. AND, I can use those piles of shit as reminders to stop and remember, I'm not a body, I'm a soul, and my soul doesn't care about shit!
I understand that this suffering is from not living completely in the now. Sounds like a simple proposition, doesn't it? It's somewhat terrifying. And, so at odds with how we've been taught to live our lives, that is almost seems a monumental undertaking. But I say this: We were seriously misinformed. We as a whole, especially in the US, have been fed a line of bullshit so wide that it's just commonly accepted as being REAL LIFE. It might be real, but it's fucking miserable. And until we finally learn to be accepting individuals, and create space for ourselves and others in which to just BE, we will continue to be so.
So, for today, I can recognize that the shit still comes around, not because I deserve it, not because I somehow manifested it, not because OTHER people are assholes, but just because. AND, I can use those piles of shit as reminders to stop and remember, I'm not a body, I'm a soul, and my soul doesn't care about shit!
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