For me, the real beauty lies in learning to accept every last one of these moments; valuing the pleasant and the uncomfortable all the same. It’s about seeing the blessing in our unique capacity as human beings to feel everything so deeply, and to never stop allowing life to be our greatest teacher.
The more I surrender to the ebb and flow of this beautiful journey, the more ease I feel in knowing that everything will always unfold exactly as it should; there really is no other way.
As I reflect back, it becomes so obvious that within every instance of suffering was a tiny seed planted to cultivate an inner strength that I, myself, would never have believed existed. I can appreciate that my plethora of past regrets were actually part of a process to make me softer and wiser. And how, even the most intense heartache of my life, one that at the time felt like the worst torture on earth, was somehow exactly what I needed to help me understand the joy of what it means to truly love myself first.
In all its irony, I believe that I was destined to hit “rock bottom”, that there were a whole host of things down there I that I didn’t even know I needed to find.