It seems that we all have our own version of truth. I don’t think any two people have the same exact perception of life. What is truth to me may not be truth to you, and vice versa. My thought lately has been, “How much of what has become our truth did we choose?” Ultimately everyone does choose what they believe but they choose based on their best judgment of their life’s experiences, what they have been taught and what revelation they have had. But then a problem arises when one’s truth does not match up with another’s truth. Humanity is divided, arguments are started and wars are raged. This has been going on throughout recorded history.
I’m not really sure what point I’m trying to get at except that I think we should all be a little more open minded to the worldviews of others. I think there is something we can learn from every person we meet, and that’s because they’ve walked a different life than us, they’ve seen different things and experienced a different path. From listening to them we can learn of a whole other perspective and see the world through a new pair of eyes. I am disgusted with the division among denominations. Everyone argues over the little details and they completely miss the point—to love.
In recent revelation many of my views have changed. I’ve tried to force myself in the past to believe certain things just to fit in with a particular Christian sect or theology. But the revelation I’ve had is that I fit in with all groups more than any particular one. And when I say all groups I’m not just talking Christianity, I’m talking all of humanity. We are all connected by love—every single one of us. We were made in the image of love. Without love we are entirely incomplete. But no one is without love, some just have not woken up yet to see the love that is right in front of them, or better put, in them.
Like a sound wave that travels from positive to negative as it flows through the air so are our lives full of rotation. Like the dynamics involved in a classic symphony so do our lives sometimes drastically change from loud to soft and then back to loud again. Some of us see this as a war, a fight or a struggle. But I’ve come to view it more as a ride. As the saying goes, “If you’re going through hell, keep on going.” The ride is not always comfortable but it’s the uncomfortable times that allow us to sit in peace and enjoy the quiet blissful moments when they do come.
I’ve realized that the war goes on whether I decide to partake in the battle or not. Sometimes the battle seems pointless and it’s time to walk off the field for a bit. Too many times I have made my life about a battle that has already been won. It’s not my fight and I’m learning to give up certain burdens, but they never go away completely. Life will be life and even on my worst day I am still thankful that I exist. I am thankful that I feel pain and have emotional experiences. The mere act of complex thought alone is in itself miraculous and divine.
In closing I’d just like to say that you are amazing! Know that.. Please get it. Learn to love yourself for who you really are and then you’ll learn to love others for who they really are.