Learning To Embrace Darkness In Order To See The Light

Wholeness does not mean perfection

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I stare at the reflection in the mirror. My eyes immediately detect evidence of my inadequacies and flaws. I struggle with my imperfections, feeling disadvantaged in areas I wish to change. Like everyone else, I endure brokenness, an idea that there is always something wrong amid everything else appearing fine.

It would be swell if we could enjoy life without the baggage of physical and emotional pain.

I judge different areas of my life based on their contribution to the phantom of happiness. If I’m not happy, it means something is out of alignment. I long for a state void of disadvantages or brokenness because I perceive it as an interference.

I crave happiness instead of misery; health instead of sickness; wealth instead of poverty. Within the depths of my being is the hunger for wholeness. My idea of wholeness means nothing is missing or broken about my condition.

But is that what wholeness means?

I’m grateful for the highs and lows of life. There have been moments where I encountered dead-ends, points where it was not possible to continue forward. There are sacrifices and losses along my journey towards evolution. Despite it all, I remain whole.