#454 – What do you make of what happens to you?

The same Ego arrogance that makes you think you can control your life's outcomes, makes you certain that you understand the world.

Well, you don't. No one does, because the world––life––is not understandable.

You may understand your behaviors and feelings (maybe), someone else's words. But that's it.

The rest of life has nothing to be understood because life is to be lived, experienced.

What makes me think I understand how my son feels? What makes me think I get the pain he's going through? I already know I don't have the answer for him, so I might as well let go of "trying to understand" or fantasizing that I already do.

This morning I realized he had, once again, snacked at night, when he should be sleeping––OMG, you see? My Ego's right here, shoulding all over me. It said, "you gotta tell him that if he wants to lose weight he has to quit eating at night!" I almost believed it and on my way to the gym strategized the conversation I'd have with my son.

Thankfully, feeling my muscles contract under the barbell made me see everything under a different light. It's the experience that counts, not the narrative or the shoulds. It's the muscles, the breaths, the steps. The bites, the chews. The presence.

I'm not in his body, mind or soul, therefore, I have nothing to say. At least, nothing relevant.

What do you see when you stop trying to understand life?

Love,

Carolina