Life is so interesting to me on most days. Sometimes, I don’t want to accept the challenges that crop up at whim and at THE most inopportune times. Begrudgingly, I must force myself to be in constant remembrance that every moment is perfect. Even when you have some place important to be. And there’s an accident that stops traffic for an hour. Wait. Where in THE hell is the perfection in that moment?! There can’t possibly be perfection in the moment the person in the accident is in. Can there?
You know what? I have no rightly idea. I just know there’s a reason for everything that our close-sightedness can not possibly see properly. We are in such an intricate weave with each other, there is no way truly to tell up close what every moment we experience is supposed to teach us right away. I can’t explain why this is supposed to make sense either. It’s just a hunch I’ve had for years.
How do you test a hunch and see if it’s actually a valid assumption? Well, there goes the trick. You’ve got to live your life everyday as it comes and see what plays out. Most times we do realize in hind sight that everything played out the way it was supposed to. We grew from the experience. We connected with someone ideal. We stopped doing stuff that didn’t serve us. We figured out exactly the muster we’re made of. Someone leaves that won’t supposed to be there to begin with. Whatever the case, everything that happens in our lives, almost has to happen in order for us to get where we’re designed to go. It almost never seems like it at the time. Particularly when you have some place important to be and you’re sitting in the most retarded traffic.
The moral of this story? No idea. Just some food for thought. Thank you for reading this though. Peace and Abundant “it is what it is” blessings. Love, -e-