All the trials that happen in one's life, the sorrow, the misery, the hopelessness, while they may hurt and seem so tangible at the time, are really just illusions. It is so hard to grasp this concept when one is in the midst of pain, but yet this understanding is so vital to attaining inner peace.
Drama, heartache, confusion, chaos, are merely human experiences, but we are so much more than just human. We are eternal. We cling to hurtful emotions as if they were part of us. But they are nothing more than shackles. The irony is that we hold the key and need only unlock and release ourselves from their burden. These experiences are infinitesimal moments in an eternity that knows know beginning or end. Soon they will all fade into ancient history and eventually be lost with the sands of time. So why cling? This is why years ago I chose a path that has lead me deepen my understanding of who I am and who I am not, for it is on the path of wisdom that I have learned to unshackle myself.
Progress on the path may seem slow, sometimes it feels we are in reverse, and sometimes we feel like we've had an enlightening epiphany. Keeping a constant remembrance on your own inner divinity aids the progress, as it fuels the desire to merge with the profound love and compassion within the heart. The more space this sacred desire occupies, the less room there is for our mortal desires that lead us astray to take root.
When commotions and emotions creep up on us we must not approach these problems from the earthly level, for this is merely a longitude and latitude approach. What we require is altitude, to rise above and see our worldly affairs from the perspective of the heavens. From the perspective of the infinite and pure consciousness that we each possess we come to a blessed realization: that all suffering eventually brings us to love.
Love surrounds us in ways that we aren't even aware of. Perhaps we have forgotten how to see. Take away all confusion and fear and really love is all that is left. It is there dancing with the wind as it rustles the leaves of a tree, in the song of a murmuring brook, in the unabashed laughter of a child, in the glance of an infant as she gazes into her mother's eyes, and it is you when you surrender.