The Blessed Life

It is important that I forgive myself.  I have to forgive myself for making all the mistakes, for adding up to all the flaws and for effecting all the misunderstandings.  I have to forgive myself for all my bad decisions.  I have to forgive myself for all the misgivings. I have to forgive myself so that I can learn from my errors.  Forgiveness gives me the insight to move out of the past and into the present. It is this act of becoming fully aware of my imperfections that I write these prayers.  I am not perfect with my thoughts, my words, my deeds and my actions.  It is my humble request to wake up.  It is a deep hopeful wish to own those errors so that I can improve on the quality of life. These prayers are my conversation with God.  These prayers are my dire attempts to connect with the Divine.  These prayers make me to embrace peace and that, with God's grace, I will find the light. I write these prayers to clean all my past beliefs, errors, miscalculations, mistakes and wrong

The tragedy of a man's life is what dies inside of him while he lives.  But, the man who would know the world seek first within his being's depths.  And the man who would truly know himself develop interest in the world. I am not my thoughts and I have to let the thoughts to come and go like clouds just floating on by.  I am not my emotions.  I am not my feelings.  I am not my body.  I am, in fact, just the light of Divinity. In that light of Divinity in this House of Humanity, I have nothing to do but learn to be a witness to Life.  I have to participate to make the light brighter.  I have to engage in making the House of Humanity a beautiful transitory world.  I have to love the love of the Divine. It is, however, unfortunate that in the House of Humanity, I often forget about this Light.  Instead, with all the accumulation, creation and acceptance of life experiences, I use them against my own source.   The tragedy of a man is when he insists on looking at the past or the fu

Awareness is not good enough when I am not going to live by its true insight.  It is useless to tell myself that I am aware of what is good and what is not and yet fail to act on its real meaning.  It is more an ego thing to say that I know what is right and what is wrong and, yet, continue to live in oblivion. I live in a society where humans live and strive with what they think about each other.  There can be realization, understanding and wisdom but the weakness in humans, in me, still strongly prevail.  Like most, what I see is basically what I believe.  Unfortunately, that is not necessarily true. As much as I am telling myself to live with 'Life Is Beautiful' and 'Don't Judge' modes, it is not easy to consistently stay inside that perimeters.  I am living in a society that feeds on criticism and I am part of it.  Whatever I think of my society, their likeness and personas lie within me too. I cannot change my world when I am not changing myself.  I cannot embr

As a human, I possess the Four Control Dramas.  As I live, they have become part of me. I am the Intimidator, I am the Interrogator, I am the Aloof and I am the Poor Me.  I recognize these behaviours in me. (Dear James Redfield, Thank You for letting me to reflect.  Thank You for 'The Celestine Prophecy'.) Whether I act them consciously or unconsciously, they tell a lot about myself.  Whether I react them knowingly or unknowingly, they highlight my imperfections.  Whether I behave them intentionally or unintentionally, they prove that I am flawed.  Aren't these enough to be the case that I am full of wrong-doings? Would I accept and admit their existence within me?  How much do I want to acknowledge that these control dramas are part of me, in each day I am here on Mother Earth?  Should I be proud?  Should I be ashamed? Now, should I completely recognize these behaviours (and I must), what do I want to learn here?  Accepting them, can I admit that I am, literally, the probl

With every face I meet, there is always a story to tell.  Everyone, including myself, has at least a story.  Everyone, in their unspoken ways, is fighting a battle that I know nothing about.  Sometimes, the strongest individuals in the morning are those that cry all night. I live in a world where true emotions are always buried deep within.  For sure, I can never know what it takes for someone to get out of bed, look and feel as presentable as possible and face the day.  I have to understand that everybody has their own hardships and struggles, regardless of whether I can see it or not. Reality is, there is no way I can accurately tell what every individual's life is truly like.  In life, I may walk with a friend but I cannot take his or her path.  That path of life, in everyone, is his or hers alone. I can never know until I make an effort to ask.  And, that does not mean that I will eventually know.  When I am not asking, I must not judge.  I must not look down on anyone nor I cr