Of the infinite beliefs I entertain, there is but one conviction of reality I currently hold as a truth.
And that is: it is what it is.
Indeed it is what it is, because even if it isn’t.. then it is. It always has been, it always will be. Never will it not be what it is (or is not).
The nature of what is, is not for me to decide or even know.. though often in humble curiosity I do ponder its complexities.
Needing no expectations or attachment to what is, liberates me to explore the realms of spirit and earth quite freely.
Surrendering to what is; fully accepting the impermanence of all that is, is to lose yourself.
To lose yourself in this life is to find your Self,
because all is lost.
Yet, nothing is ever truly lost.
So to lose yourself, is to gain your Self.
Only when you realize you are a Being going nowhere, with nothing, do you begin to awaken to what is.
Some call it the paradox of self-denial, some call it life after death: this universal experience of giving in to what is, entirely releasing the anxious grasp on your life, and realizing you can never truly surrender to the constant oscillations of life… only in that moment, to find your complete and utter surrender to it.
It is the paradox that only when the human can surrender to life, by realizing he cannot surrender, can the human truly live.
Only when the human can entirely vanquish this obsessive need to be in control of what is, with love, can the human actually have control over the Self.
However, it is power that permeates from the inside out; Being just as nature around us is innately: liberation.
One that attaches conjectures to what is, what ‘should be’, what is worst or best, what is good or bad, is one that is surely going to suffer.
A needless suffering, because to wish what is was not, is in vain.
One cannot change what it is, one rather must adjust to its accord.
But perhaps this struggle is not in vain,
for one must go through many lessons
that are found in the harsh class of it is what it is;
one must work hard
and feel hard,
to escape this inborn inclination of wanting
to be in control of the waves of the ocean
or the motion of terrestrial bodies.
Yet, there will never be control in what is
until one knows oneself.
Knowing the Self enough to again
recall the essence of fleeting existence,
the power of individual experience,
and indeed how perfect it all is.