Life is quite interesting, isn't it. Never the same moment, never the same river, from the moment you dip your toe into the river, to the next moment, the river has already changed. Change is the only constant. The only thing guaranteed.
The glorious buffet of life. Pick and choose, pick and choose, the never ending offers of dishes.
Why do some keep eating the same thing over and over and then complaining that it tastes awful?
Are we more afraid of change than we can admit?-- fear of realizing that we have little control over circumstances that we are in midst of, looking outward to what we perceive as "reality", and then looking for evidence to prove it is real? Real "until" we change. And, then something else shows up, something new, and unless we surrender our need to control things, ( most often revolving around controlling others ), we are doomed to discover we have re-created a new circumstance, however with a very similar energy pattern.
Oh, the sting of taking full responsibility. Such a very unpleasant pill to swallow. So, when I hear people telling others how spiritual they are, I tend to step back and observe. You can learn a lot by observing, and simply being silent. Like the river flowing silently down the way, it carries whatever floats. It takes whatever doesn't fight it, and can offer an exhilarating ride, even level 5 rapids for the brave ones. No roller-coaster would be filled with lines of people plunking down their cash for a flat ride on flat ground. So, we must want the ride, and we must want it varied, and we must want to be unearthed from our ego-comfort zones, until we hit that magical invisible wall, called suddenly feeling we have lost total control and our comfort boundaries have been too rattled. 23,000 known religions, from soup to nuts, and no one seems to be able to do the most basic things we all praise as the goal of being on earth to experience. Peace, love, fearlessness. Most everyone touts they have it, until of course, life throws them a little too hard of a curve ball. Then the reality is shattered, and the test of change unearths the deep fears of ones old baggage. Just like a garage sale, your stuff appears as junk to you now, and now someone else sees your junk as a treasure trove of discoveries yet to be grabbed up.
And, so it goes, and so it goes.
Contrast, the blessing often disguised as the rub.
And, the rub is what turns a dull diamond into a priceless gem. The grit.
Dine and try new things, new ideas, break out of molds that you may have outgrown, risk being the fool, risk disapproval, challenge yourself. Don't expect others to take up your walk, for it's your path.
Let go.... the ride awaits your willingness to risk fearlessness. Control? The grand illusion. It will come back to bite with lazer accuracy.
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