Enlightenment. Sainthood. Whatever I call it, it does not mean to become bland, palatable to all tastes. Quite the opposite. It turns out, true enlightenment is a spicy dish. Rather than rounding off my sharp edges, I should lean into them. Me, just as I am right here, right now, is exactly how the Universe wishes to experience Itself through this incarnation called Cherie (or Sam or LaQuita or…)
I hear a Voice: “Let Us move time through this vessel, so We might feel, see, touch, taste, kythe & ken from this perspective.” With all of my quirks, flaws, flash and brilliance. Because I am here expressly so that the Universe can experience Itself. And it does not want a bland experience.
(Obligatory disclaimer about the difference between embracing sharp edges, and using them as a weapon – purposely or not – against others. Because enlightenment.)
So there is no right or wrong way to live my life. I just need to live it fully. Awake. Alive. Not fearful of failure, because there is no possible way I can fail. There is no need for regret that I did not take this path or that, because regardless of my choice, I have given the Universe experiences to savor.
It is all very, very good.
Ariyawen 