It's not about discovering who we are, it's about recovering who we've always been. This is tough stuff because it's not easy to believe we have what we need. Why do we have such an aversion to believing some of the most beautiful truths can be so simple?
Many of us were taught that good living is unequivocally connected to hard work. If our days aren't hard, if we aren't grinding against something, there's no progress. And if there's no progress, there's no worth. Of course there’s value in hard work, but hard work isn’t synonymous with internal distress. I worry about the fragility of our identities if we don’t stop believing we’re running from some predator and start trusting that we’re doing a little better than we think we are.
Though we may encounter seemingly unending seasons of strife, we also have the ability to hone a default perspective of whimsey and wonder each morning. Growth means finding more alignment in the truth that two conflicting things can exist at once.