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Posts Tagged ‘Surrender’

[1: 1,959 of 10,000] Loving Even The Imperfection

In Journal on December 5, 2018 at 8:20 PM

I have a new appreciation for not living aiming for perfection and efficiency inspired by the podcast of Rob Bell, The RobCast, Episode 220. I always have the desire to achieve the best works, which means it has the ingredients of being perfect from conceptualization, development, and completion. I do pressure myself of always pursuing perfection.

Yet what I heard/grasp from the sermon (digitally delivered) is imperfection is as beautiful as the perfect one because it was meant to happened that way. It makes more sense when I add it with what I’ve always believed, “everything happens for a reason and nothing is ever wasted,” and this includes all the problems that are often hard and ugly including the memories that I have the habit of escaping and intentionally forgetting to avoid reliving the pain.

Everything is interconnected and one incident leads to another. Nothing is ever a mistake but a wall leads to a detour, another adventure, or to prove to oneself how much something is wanted that I’ll exert all strength that I have to break the wall. It helps that I often lean to optimism when talking about disheartening situations, but now with the new found appreciation, I found a kind of peace and surrender of what is.

[1: 1,893 of 10,000] What Do We Really Own?

In Poem on September 3, 2017 at 4:52 PM

What do we really own?
Is it anything material?
Is it anything intangible?

Is it the word that we speak?
Is it the deed that we do?
Is it the imagination that we think?

Even our own life is not our own
We return it
But to whom?

Realistically speaking we have basic needs
Beyond that we can choose to leave a legacy
In the end what we truly own is to live our truth

Our truth is when we do what we love
When we live in the present
When we know how to surrender

Surrendering after giving our best
After giving our all
It doesn’t matter what we own

 

[1: 1,864 of 10,000] “I Don’t Know” Is An Answer

In Article, Journal on January 17, 2017 at 12:09 AM

Monk with Bowl by Min Wae Aung

Today, I finally understood that not knowing the answer is enough to let matters go. I finally accepted it without resistance.

I finally see these statements more clearly –

  • Let go of what you cannot control.
  • It doesn’t have to have a reason.
  • It is not my place to know if it is meant to be.
  • I don’t need to be right.

I’ve always insisted that everything must have a form. Every thing, every one including me can be judged.

No wonder The Monk Hakuin with an encounter with a villager’s baby was at peace and says is that so. Paul Schubert was right to observe that the monk had responded appropriately, to respond to the moment of what’s best. The baby needed someone to care for it regardless of how the people tainted his reputation or the accusation is untrue. What a great way to live and it will eliminate all the dramas of my ego.

I am here and I will give my best. I cannot explain nor answer the rushing questions of why it happened, why it didn’t happen, and it is okay. I am alive and I will respond with effort and love.

I don’t know and it is so.

Photo credit: Monk with Bowl by Min Wae Aung

[1: 1,851 of 10,000] I And We

In Article on January 7, 2017 at 2:51 AM

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I am still not convinced what mission do I have to have the privilege to exist in this world. Or maybe that is my problem that I try to give meaning for things to happen. If I completely surrender and let go of my ego that I am particularly special then maybe I could simply say that I exist.

I exist. I am here. I breathe.

What I do in my existence is a matter of my choice. I am given the freewill to do as I please and in every act I would reap the consequence or simply I must expect that there is a reaction to be elicited in my every move or even inaction. And further on I could also just surrender the result and not be melodramatic about it.

It is important to believe that I am important but not to think that I more important than anyone as everybody is equally valuable. The uniqueness of every  individual is fascinatingly beautiful. I just expertly build up my wall and tricked myself into thinking that I am in a different league but it can’t be as the source is just one.

We are connected. We are one.

Now that I know that I exist and I have to exist with other; which law should I abide to have order? Who would I trust to lead and manage? It is why there are sacred values to uphold like being honest, giving my best, and being kind. As intricate as the body composition is, the more layer that is applicable to be respectful with one another. When I rip everything off, what’s left?

LOVE.