The Big Picture
I am going to start envisioning myself lying in a casket. Maybe then, I will start to look outside the box of every day "stresses" and truly see the big picture!? I mean, what is important to me? Knowing that one day (maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe 30 years or more from now if I should be so lucky) I will be dead. Non-existent! No more Melissa. What is important to me right now is that I am a good mother. That I am able to teach my children how to be responsible, confident and happy people. That I am able to give love to someone who wants it from me and only me. That I find someone who wants to give love back to me and only me. It is important to me to try new things and have new experiences. I want to see as much of this beautiful earth as I can. I want to feel the wind on my face while I stand on top of a mountain. I want to feel the sun on my face while I'm on a boat in the middle of a lake or quite possibly an ocean. I want to hear the birds chirp and sing while I roam about with my lover in a forest. I want to walk a warm, sandy beach for hours with a friend in silence. I want to BE ME with someone who won't judge or criticize me but accept ME for who I am, what I think, what I feel and what I do. I want to enjoy this life! Each moment because it could be my last...
posted by happinesslieswithin @ 8:49 PM
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Yes, "the box of every day 'stresses'"
They are just that, boxes, created by our own minds to direct the scripts written by them for the perpetuation of the characters we only thing we are. It is life's illusions, the drama of it all that draws us. The truth has no such draw, it just quietly is, waiting for us to get bored with all the dramatic stuff into which we place, who we think we are, into.
In those moments when we turn away from our minds directing and ranting; when we just let it all fade from the movie screen we have been watching and just listen to the silence out of which we created all the noise and feel the space out of which we created our hellish worlds; then we will be feel the wind on our face on the mountain tops, carrying the fragrance of billions of spring flowers, while we walk in and with our love in peace.
We do not need to try to find or be ourselves. There isn’t some magical path or litany in order to be where truth is. We are truth; it is all that is real reality. It is just quiet, it is not dramatic, it has no arms to pull you to it; it just is, there as it always has been. Truth is you; you are God seeing God through his eyes. The mind, thought and reason can never even come close to comprehending this. Do not expect them to. They are wonderful tools but they are not the tool maker or the artisan who uses them.
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