There is nothing wrong. There is nothing I need to fix. There is nothing I need to change. What’s up with that?
Don’t get me wrong, in the past, I could Zen myself out of any heartbreak or death but this moment is different in that I am aware of the surrender in the present moment. It is beautiful to sit in acceptance of how things are in this very moment… how things are different in this very moment.
I’ve danced between polarities of needing get to the root of my problems to denial of inner monologues as the seed of the tree of suffering from which I plucked the fruit. I am aware of the dichotomy that exists between my former and present selves. Beneath my faith that everything is exactly as it should be was always a fear that things would be better in my life ‘if only…’