My life is perfect.
But coming to this conclusion has been hard earned. I’m not joking. I certainly was not handed my perfect life on sequined platter covered with cupcakes. Rather, I was dished up an assorted wonderland of trauma. For years, I refused to even glance at what was on my plate. And while I wasn’t looking, I kept getting served more and more!
I want a different plate! Hello out there! It’s me! I’m the happy dancing girl who chooses to see the beauty in the world. This mound of abusive and cruel cupcakes simply can’t be mine! Somebody must have got the order wrong.
It didn’t matter how loud I shouted or what I said. There was no waitress, no baker, no one to complain to. There sat my plate, right in front of me, at my table for one. It was all mine. Slowly, bite-by-bite, I ate the most gigantic awful tasting cupcake. Ever. And I had to lick the plate clean.
As Joseph Campbell says, "The demon that you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life's pain, the greater life's reply."
After I finished eating, I could feel…all emotions. Not only the selected few that society has deemed desirable. I felt alive. And blessed. Every moment that I have been living has made me…me!
This has me, above all other emotions, in a state of gratitude. Which is the most divinely scrumptious thing I have ever tasted.
This is why my life is perfect.
Posted on Mon, June 3, 2013
by Ms. Dolphina