Our story is our past, and our past is our story. Much of the hurt we carry around with us is a stowaway from our past -- our inability to let go of what once was in order to grasp hold of what now is.
We all have our story -- and our story is us. Our past is brought carried into our present, and it becomes our companion in the future as well. Our life becomes richer and more fulfilling when we learn that our story is simply that -- a story.
Our actions have to be in balance with the stories we tell ourselves for us to be able to feel good about ourselves. Stories are important, because the motivate us to do or not to do. They give us a justification for our behavior.
In order to free ourselves from appearances of life that terrify and horrify us we need to be guided by our hearts and humanity, which often see more than our eyes. To go beyond the images of war, cruelty and unsettling tragedies we need to go deeper and higher.
Maya Angelou offered us a portal to see our lives in the form of real-time poetry. She gave birth to breaking through the cage and having the courage to talk about it. She reminds us that every day is a good day, because we never know what truths will emerge when faced with challenges.
As much as I learned about the Chinese people and their culture, I also gleaned a great deal from the Americans who journeyed in my tour group: most notably the two women in their 70s who were traveling solo.
In retrospect, the officer's silence was a way of acknowledging that a young man had demonstrated a commitment to upholding his word. Perhaps the universe shined favorably upon me, too, for helping a fellow denizen of the planet.
For the first time, entrepreneur Elon Musk shared his whole life story in front of a live audience in Silicon Valley. He joined me in conversation at the Computer History Museum on January 22 and we explored: What makes a Revolutionary?
So here I am, waiting for the arthroscopy that will cut away the torn meniscus of my other knee and advance me toward premature arthritis. I should have seen that beyond the end of the long jump sand pit, but I didn't. I am using this week of waiting to reflect upon my changed condition.
Those stories that we tell -- how we met, how he proposed, the birth of each of our children -- those stories are what connect us to each other and keep us remembering all (so much!) that we've experienced together.
All definitions and stories arise from the silent core, and in surrender all are then pointers to where they come from and where they return at their end. In surrender all is transparent from the luminosity of your naked self.
Reality can't be negotiated, but when you allow yourself to feel it, you learn that it doesn't need to be negotiated. Whatever story is churning through the mind, no matter how painful, is just a ripple in a vast ocean of consciousness.