Article in brief: The author speaks from experience about how one should accept the reality he or she lives in and become at peace with it.
As I stare into the window of the plane, I watch the colors of the sky as they slowly change, a shade after another, like it’s automated to work this way. I watch the clouds as they smoothly drift by, like they’re traveling in a straight path, and everything seems right in order.
We came into this world with our entire future unfamiliar, yet somehow we believe that what will be our destiny is what is meant to be, and what will become of us is what’s best for us. You never know when you’ll have the best day of your life or your worst, which makes life one hell of a ride, yet the connection that links us to his mighty makes us at peace with whatever is coming our way.
I know for a fact that accepting reality is not an easy thing to do because I spent years of my life trying to change it. I had no doubt that God never lets us down, yet I believed that somehow I was meant to change this situation, that I was meant to fight. So I fought, day after another, I fought till I was breathless, till I was down on my knees feeling helpless. I never knew what the problem was, or why nothing was changing. I never knew if this is what is meant to be for me, if this is the best for me.
It was not until I inhaled enough beauty, enough hope from a walk I had in the woods uphill. That day was unlike any other because something inside of me changed. I was at peace, I let my guard down and I didn’t want to fight anymore. I wanted to be right where I was; I wanted to be how I am. It is until today that I do not know what was so special about that walk, but I assume it was because for the first time in so long I actually listened to myself. I listened to what my heart told me instead of what the outer forces did. I came at peace with myself because I accepted whom I am.
I accepted the reality I lived in because it made me who I am, because it gave me growth and wisdom, because it filled me up with love and hope. There were way too many things that I didn’t appreciate because I was busy trying to change everything; I was busy acting like a hero. Maybe I am one, not because I made it my mission to change but because I finally stopped. I stopped messing with the forces of nature and I let everything act its way.
Accepting reality doesn’t mean giving up, it means being at peace with what this world has to offer. It means having a heart that believes in the stronger power that it’ll never be disappointed with what comes it’s way.
Stop it, stop what you’re doing right now and think about it, think about the good rather than the bad. Think about all the little things that happened and pull out one good gift that came out of it. Trust me, you’ll find way too many to count.
