What matters now, in this time of accelerated change, is that I stay open. Open to what comes next. Open to being true to myself all the way down the path of mysterious unfolding. Open to listening, watching, feeling … even enjoying.
The form of the path is not what matters. Being on the path, open to its unexpected twists and turns, is what’s truly important. Going slow enough to stay on the path, slow enough to negotiate the sudden changes of direction.
Sometimes I want to be outside of myself, to see me as others see me. But this is only so that I can judge myself: How do I appear? Would I like myself if I were not me?
But this is not what matters. What matters now is that I like myself even while I’m being myself. What matters now is no longer how I appear to anyone else, but how I feel about myself. My words. My actions. My intentions. My life.
Yes, this is what matters now. My intentions. Setting them. Being them. For my own satisfaction.
