In a world where reality is so harsh, ridiculously unjustifiable, senseless and –sometimes-unbearable, striving for happiness and love seems like a paradox and so surreal. I almost gave up recently. I blamed it on my karma, and that perhaps I’m paying for all the wrongs that I have done in the past, I’m now being punished by being deprived of the only thing I want most in the world, for me and for everyone. To love and be loved. Deeply and with an open heart. To love ourselves more, unconditionally. To love our partners. To love eachother and everyone on this planet, all seven billion of us. I don’t follow any religion, I only follow one undeniable truth: to love with an open heart cause we are all different living cells of ONE existence, of ONE spirit, we are ONE.
In the meantime, and in my own reality, I’m back after an eventful summer, lots of people came and gone, some exciting moments, some loving ones, some sad ones….My life finally has taken a turn for the better, I feel I m on the right track for the first time after years and years of searching, of compromising, of hardship….It seems that all the internal work I’ve been doing, getting better and better and better, fighting my fears away, adjusting to a more grounded reality , is finally paying off. And yet….something is still missing. I’m unhappy. My life is full of fun activities, a new job, a handsome boyfriend and 444 friends on facebook but I feel lonely and – most of the times – hopeless. I feel that nothing has no meaning anymore, and that the date of the redemption has past. It’s too late to do anything to repair the broken pieces, my broken heart, this broken planet. But, even in my darkest hours – like this one – I’m reminded from my practice to move towards the light. Correct all the wrong-doings of the past by doing more and more good deeds from my heart. By helping people whatever way I can. By keeping my heart open to all, and not take things personally (yes, I do practice the four agreements – Don Miguel Ruiz). By keeping the awareness live and by being present. By fighting my addictions and my insecurities. I’ve got to move on. I’ve got to move on, towards the light…..That’s my only mantra and when I run my life’s marathon, this is what I keep repeating to myself so I can take one more step and then one more…..I really don’t see the meaning of this right now, but I’ll try….after all, that’s my life. I just have to decide whether I like the life I lead or not…..and I’m not sure.