Regret will not bring back what you have lost
“If you had your life to live again…” – I have been asked one question which took me a long time to answer – a very long time. Usually one is asked this when one is about to cross over the threshold of life, so to speak.
At my age, I can afford the truth.
What happens when one day, you expect to read an email, perhaps a couple of lines in a blog when you drop by – but the site has not being updated for the past three months? Or maybe you decide to call on her, and to your surprise she is no longer around. Her number keeps on giving the same automated message “…the number you’ve called, is out of range” – maybe, something else. Then months later, you hear or read somewhere that she is no longer with you. She is not in your neighborhood, your city or the world. The truth about life in the twenty-first century is like that.
Freedom is privileged to the ones who have attained the reality and impression of the Self.
Several years ago, when I was diagnosed as having Leukemia just before the accident that left me in a coma for 2 ½ weeks and thereafter followed with many other complications that hindered me from moving forwards, I fought back. I fought with everything one can imagine – from drugs doctors prescribed to alternative healing methods, from prayers through meditation, to forgiveness. When people discovered though the ‘grapevine’ that I had what I had poured their hearts out, with prayers and compassionate thoughts. Those who never knew me – who had just a glance of what they perceived of me through my work, judged me through their assumptions and deductions, and were ready to attack without much thought of learning about the personality.
I did not declare defeat, nor war. I offered prayers instead. *In the past I’ve been too courteous – there are times when I wish I had trampled on at least a thousand entities. I’m glad that I didn’t. The calamities of the world proved a point. When the heart is sliced and shredded into a thousand pieces – it sometimes forgive. Oftentimes, it retaliates.
When you love, render every teardrop that you shed as pearls you’ll treasure for all eternity.
What is important as one goes through life by forming this sentence created by the intermingling of words, one forms a story whether it is built on Love or something inconsequential – When love is sown as foundation of the story that touches the hearts of those who read for solace, or as a dose of reflection with the hope that may help them reach the stars in the skies of their hope, the story {history} grants the reader a glimpse into what is known as eternity.
Love, can open many doors. It can also cure many ails.
To free the self from all encumbrances that lug about one’s shoulders one should learn to embrace the realities of love. To stay true to the Self – this is the provocation that proves one’s mantle in being, human. The world revolves and sheds its own veils for creatures living therein. Whether we cloak ourselves with the attributes of the earth, fire, or the other elements – the combination coupled with the reality of the individual self elicit a glimpse of Reality.
Live as if there’s no tomorrow – If you knew that you will never return, wouldn’t you love, like you’ve never loved before?
““*If you had to relive your life all over again…” – I would strike that question. I am re-living my life more than once – I have undergone resurrection with every breath, I am spirit incarnate in the heart of the Universe ~ AainaA-Ridtz A.R”
Love is the Ascension
In The End, was first published in AainaA Insight!. Herein republished for your reading pleasure.
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