‘All the world is a stage.’ Whoever said that, was right. This week’s first act unfolded into something amazing that I was part of. And then, in act two, the wheels came off. Such is life. Imagine watching a movie without any kind of drama. Everyone gets along, no one does anything silly, neighbours are considerate, schools are bully-free, partners have good and stable relationships that last forever. No selfish behaviour, and definitely no narcissists in the cast. Boring, right?
The same thing applies to the lives we live here on Earth. We get challenged. Sometimes life’s challenges tend to target the same area of our lives, over and over again. In my life, I have not always been brave. It seems as if the seemingly small problems are the ones that I struggle with the most. My greatest challenge has always been to trust that in the end everything will work out alright. I have repeatedly reached that stage in life where I simply KNOW that everything will always work out for me, and that when life happens, it is merely an opportunity to change direction, or to test my mettle. To grow and to learn. And then something relatively small happens, and two or three more difficulties crash into the first one, and soon there is a bit of a pile-up. And right there, instead of calling in help, I park myself on the pavement, and sit there wondering why life is so tough. Today was such a day.
But here is my truth around that: all is well – always. Perhaps I should define what I mean by ‘well’. Because there are some nasty and painful things people have to live through in this old world. I do not understand that, and have had to learn to stop trying to dissect all the wrongs of the world, as if it should somehow justify its intricate machinations to me. To me, the phrase ‘all is well’ means that as tough as the particular role that I am playing in a small act on the big stage of life might be, the final act will be worth waiting for, and worth living for. There is a grand design that I am not able to fathom. And then, silently, when that knowledge flows back into my mind where I am sitting on the pavement feeling sorry for myself, I realise that once again, I forgot to trust what I know. Everything is always working out in ways that benefit me in the end. I have heard many people say the same thing. We can’t all be wrong.
In the end, I know I won’t make a difference in the world by sitting on the pavement. But as I lift myself up from the pavement, I realise that I still need help to sort out that pile-up. I also know help is not going to come unless I make that call to the higher realms. We have to ask. I forget that sometimes. Help is on the way; and now I know that all is well.
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