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Nancy Pickard's avatar

I think we underestimate the (illusory) difficulty of the task we've accepted, which is (merely--ha!) to be happy even as we give up everything we've ever believed and replace it with reality and Truth. When I struggle with this, I turn to my favorite, most comforting spiritual book, Letters of the Scattered Brotherhood. At one point, it says, by way of reminder and reassurance: "It may help you to remember once in a while how deeply the human being is emmeshed in the flesh, and what is not often thought of, the flesh is very old. The cells bear the stamp of race memories and experiences of the ages past, and that is why this tired flesh, the body of the human race, which has met savagery, war, sorrow, and grief, is so friendly to despair."

It may be that we underestimate our courage, too.

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Martin's avatar

Thanks, Sean,

Saying yes to life in all it's forms, with no conditions is so hard. For me, that little bit of attention towards who I truly am always leads to a backlash of amplified thought, leading to a cycle of denial, forgetting, arguing, judgements :-) And the awareness of that in itself can be very painful. And then, somehow, there is a brief respite where the quality of life enters, briefly, into something else. Then life hits with a petty annoyance and.... I keep forgetting to ask for help along the way.

Being happy no matter what? I guess I have to question what true happiness is, in actuality. Instinctively I feel I have felt this and it isn't smiling to the camera and being jolly, but more a vibrancy of life.

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