One day, for each and every one of us, it won’t matter.
The proverbial light bulb will go on and we’ll wonder what we’d been thinking the whole time up until then.
Maybe it will be the result of a tragedy or product of a spiritual awakening? Maybe it’ll be the joy of experiencing the birth of your child or the realization that you are in the last bed you’ll ever lie in? Maybe it’s been the life you’ve led for as long as you can remember or waiting for you in the next one after this?
One day, for each and every of us, it won’t matter.
The grudge you held, the envy that shamed you, the house you wanted, the pride you swelled with, the self-hate you enabled, the credit you thought you deserved; none of it will matter.
It matters now because you don’t want to believe that you’re one with the Universe. And, I’m one with the Universe. And, the lady, eight seats over, that annoyingly laughs at everything is one with the Universe. You want to believe you’re separate; that you’re ‘you’ and everyone else is ‘them’.
You’re not separate; from anyone or anything. Everything you do, everything you think, every way you project yourself, you actually do unto you. All the hate and all the Love you give to the Universe, you give to yourself. The care you give toward the Universe is the care you give toward yourself. You can give everything of yourself. There is no need to keep anything in reserve, it will come back to you.
One day, for each and every one of us, we’ll see that all those things we did and thought and reacted to that didn’t support ourselves and the Universe, didn’t matter. And, nowhere in the list of things that supports ourselves and the Universe is how much your handbag costs.
It’s pretty unlikely you’d ever be able to have a constructive sit-down with Nic Copernicus. But, the next time you start to think about how separate you think you are from everyone else, go outside, look up at the stars and remind yourself that they don’t revolve you.
Be Love.
