Every day I learn something new – about myself and the world, about society and the natural world. Every day I redefine who I am. I learn about my ego and how it tricks me, how it leads me away from who I am. And I learn about the steadfast nature of love and truth.
Each new revelation creates a new world that is lived for a day. And then I wake up and start all over again, ready and receptive to what life has to reveal to me. Every day a layer of illusion crumbles into dust.
Every day my ego tells me I know a little more and I laugh at my ego, because I remember the day before. And I know that I am not wise, I do not know all there is know, not a fraction. If I learn anything it is that learning is more about emptying out data and facts once they have served their purpose.
I learn to be as empty as possible, unattached to pearls of wisdom and clever ideas. I learn that it is the emptiness, the ability to hold space, that is my best teacher. I don’t even wonder anymore. Because wondering is speculation – a game for the mind. I use my mind as a servant. I am my heart which is love and truth. I forget this, often. But I forgive myself anyway. Again and again.