Years ago during a sabbatical in Tasmania I wrote the following prose and wrote in on the wall of the old farmhouse we were staying in:
“Do I truly love thee, or do I merely covet? For if I truly love I can come to accept even that, which I do not understand.”
As I approach another defining chapter in my life the reflection reveals a pinnacle truth, that we as humans often opt for power rather than absolute truth. We spend so much time trying to control the world as opposed to understanding it, and more often than not the understanding is a prerequisite for somehow attaining better control.
Surrendering to what we don’t know is always difficult and likely takes significantly more time than choosing to believe in something we have no proof of in order to make more sense of the world and our place in it.
And so I choose to accept the multitude of things in life that are likely never to be understood and embrace the humility and magic of that fact... to be continued...