When I was a kid - and by a kid I mean like 20 - I thought the purpose of having children was to have little helpers to keep my home clean. Recollecting that causes me to pause and sit for fits of uncontrollable laughter. And not just because of the sheer futility of kids as effective and willing home cleaners, but for the complete naivety and childishness of such a notion. It amuses me. It gives me perspective of my own personal growth over the past decade or two.
I love growing older. I love the added depth of my being, the extra patience, the less reactivity and greater tolerance. The ability to see I don't always have the answer. Indeed, the older I've gotten, the less I *know*, yet the greater I can perceive and understand.
It's such a long and never-ending process and journey. I marvel sometimes at how easy it seems to so many people. But maybe they think the same of me?
Life is hard. No it doesn't need to be. Yes some have transcended that. But not me. Life is a struggle.
But it is also a great joy. It fills me so much with love and joy and bliss that I am fit to burst. It's dazzling and perfect. I love life completely.
The struggle is only there when I believe my stressful thoughts; when I judge and separate myself from others. When I worry. When I fear. I know it isn't real.
In the absence of fear there is only love.
There *is* only love.
But sometimes our experience is quite different, in our self-imposed delusions.
All we can do is try.
And let go.
Peace and blessings dear friends.