How did we get to this place where we have forgotten who we are, and who we were created to be? Action, movement, busy-ness, adrenaline, filling up large swaths of time with vigorous effort, expending frenzied energy – all these and more have become substitutes for living as human be-ings. I guess it beats the creeping sense of drifting emptiness that can haunt those moments when we dare to be quiet and still.
Life turns into a race with death to accomplish something that will stand out – good or evil – and most importantly, be noticed by as many people as possible. We like to have concrete output that we can point to: “Look what I did!” But what does it mean? Was anything advanced for the betterment of others? Were people lifted up out of their isolation or other types of misery? Then why are our engines running wide open, if we aren’t going anywhere?
When we feel fearful, stressed out, lost or powerless, we can easily slide into doing mode. This offers us the illusion that we have some measure of power or control or security. We don’t – but that seems too painful to admit and own. We are not gods, nor are we God.
Faith is the antidote. Trust that all is embraced by divine Love, no matter how things look or feel, allows us to be the amazing creatures we are meant to be. Just to be: present, attentive, discerning, caring in every minute. Resisting the pull of doubt and dread demands hard work and courage. This is how we can live as human beings. There is nothing more important.