It’s so easy to look outward. To compare, to strive, to chase things that were never truly ours. To believe that meaning lives somewhere else, in someone else, in another life. But the truth is that we are already enough, just as we are. We don’t need to become someone else or live someone else’s version of a happy life. We are allowed to be here – where we stand, where we feel, where we stumble and where we grow. Even when it hurts. Even when we don’t understand. Even when the heart is heavy. Even then, we are on our path. Even then, we are enough. We belong to our own process, in the midst of everything that is becoming. We find ourselves when we dare to listen inward, but we don’t need to understand everything at once. We don’t need to arrive to be at home. Perhaps life isn’t about arriving at all, but simply moving forward – listening, opening, allowing. Letting the sacred find its place in the everyday, however the everyday may be. Letting our inner world clear slowly, without pressure or expectation. Accepting that the process itself is the meaning. That the great adventure is the living itself. Today I choose to accept my own adventure. As I am. As life is. I accept the great adventure of being me.
