Have you ever wondered, is there something more? Is there something more to life? Is there something more to suffering and pain? Is there something more to who I am?
Our entire lives are spent searching, climbing, striving—only to wake up one day utterly exhausted. It is at this point we truly surrender and come to realize we are that which we have been searching for. We know ourselves as already whole and perfect when at last we unlearn the lies about ourselves we have been programmed with and remember the truth of who we really are. How different my life would have been if, as a little girl, someone would have whispered to me, “Relax little one —you are already everything you need to be and there is boundless potential within you that will bless the world.”
Instead, most of us spend a good portion of our lives fighting to discover and finally reclaim that which we were born with but were conditioned to forget. This change is usually precipitated when life presents us with an ah-ha moment, a wake-up call — which only happens when you are ready or so past done (which is a more pleasant way of saying you’ve landed face down in the carpet) that you need to be shocked back into holiness.
I have always had a knowing there was something more…