This morning, waking up and looking at these beautiful flowers, only one thought kept running quietly in the background. What made us take this life? And how is it that people going through the exact same situation can have such a completely different approach to it?
The same circumstance. The same loss. The same challenge. And yet one person crumbles and another opens. One contracts and another somehow finds their way through.
I have wondered about this for a long time. And this morning, looking at the flowers, the answer came right in.
The life we see, the one we sometimes blame others for, the one that feels like it is happening to us — is nothing but the script we chose. We chose the story. We chose the characters. We are choosing to play it out the way we want to. Not by some fate handed to us but by choice, even if we have long forgotten making it.
I know that can be a hard thing to read. Especially in the middle of pain when the circumstances feel like something done to you rather than something you asked for. I am not asking you to deny what you are going through. I am only asking you to sit with it a little. Because if it is true, it changes everything. Probably the pain remains the same, and so does the difficulty. But the relationship to it changes
The story stops being something that is happening to you and starts becoming something you are walking through for a reason, toward something you chose before you arrived here on this earth.
We also come with tools for this — our emotions, our mind, our body. They are strong, capable, extraordinary tools. But the tougher the challenge, the harder it is to remember the power we carry within.
Especially, the mind tells you all the things you cannot do, cannot have, cannot be. It argues against you with great conviction. But it is not your enemy. It is playing the role it agreed to play — the devil’s advocate, the one that tests you, the one that keeps the challenge real enough to be worth moving through.
There is an old story of the Kasturi Mrig — the musk deer. It spends its entire life running, searching for a fragrance it cannot find. It does not know that the fragrance is coming from itself. From the musk gland it carries inside its own body. The thing it is searching for has been with the deer all along.
We are not so different. The peace we run toward. The joy we keep looking for in the next achievement, the next relationship, the next version of our life. It has always been here. We simply forgot. And perhaps that forgetting was part of the design. How else would we choose to learn? How else would we eventually come to know that what we were searching for was never outside us?
The physical body too is tough to master. The denseness of it, the weight of being human, is real and sometimes exhausting. But the answer is not to transcend it or fight it or wait until we are free of it.
In my understanding, the simpler way of working with it is to sit with it. To slowly become friends with the mind, the body, the emotions.
In the entire game of life, we rarely stop to recognise that the theme of this life is our own creation. If we have created this then we also have the power to change its course. And the characters we think are the villains — the ones we hold responsible for our pain, our wounds, our losses — they may be our closest allies in the energetic realm. They agreed to play that role for us. They took on the weight of being misunderstood, blamed, even hated — so that we could awaken to something deeper in ourselves. Until we awaken, they will keep coming. In different faces, different situations, different relationships to show us the light.
This is the first in a series of posts I am writing on the script we chose — the soul contracts, the mind, the body, the ones who play the villain, the beauty of forgetting.
Each one is a door into a part of this I want to go deeper into. I hope you will come with me.