Life is unpredictable.
I used to be so uncomfortable with that saying. I needed a schedule that didn’t change. I had to function within certain parameters where, if they were breached with an unexpected “whatever”, I would be sent spinning.
What I never realized was how afraid I was. I carried a fear of living around with me all the time, yet was completely unaware of the extent to which it affected my life. I figured it was something that was a part of life. Most of us are afraid. That’s just how it is. That’s why we get life insurance. That’s why we save for retirement. That’s why we go to the doctor and take the pills we take.
We’re afraid of living. We’re afraid of dying.
But, why? Why do we see this life as something to be feared? Why do we see death as something to be feared?
Why do we approach life, the most natural thing in the world, as if it is something to be endured, suffered through and ultimately end through this horrible thing called death?
I didn’t get it.
Then, I died.
Then, I got it.
We come here with the experience of who we are in our most fundamental state of being, which is pure, conscious love, and with that, all the joy that comes with it.
When we come into the body, we have the experience of the suffering that occurs when we are separated from the source of who we really are. We’re in the body so we may once again endeavor to experience the joy of who we are. When we do so, we are able to understand the difference between suffering and joy, and when we live to experience only joy, we cease to suffer. We’ve returned.
Love to you 🙂