So then what does it mean to be beautiful?
Now we're talking about inner beauty, but let's not discount this fabulous shell we get to roll through the world with.
It's really easy to feel beautiful when you're happy. So the work for me is can I just ever so sweetly, gently remind myself of my worth. In yoga we call it Anahata. There is this place inside you, and when your heart is broken a million times over and everything is so hard, there's this untouchable, spiritual place at your center. At the very least, can you even just remember it's there, even when it feels like it's a million miles away? That's what I would offer. Shit’s going to hit the fan pretty much daily. There's still that sweet spot inside you that soldiers on.
I've luckily had the experience where things aren't quite aligned, yet I still feel pretty connected, but I don’t necessarily know what to call that. If I have to put a name on it, because sometimes we have to do that, I will call it a divineness, where everything just feels really good. Sometimes I'll try to figure it out, but I think I can really do myself a favor by not trying to figure everything out all the time.
t just never resonated with me. What a happy accident.
It would have to be helping people. People struggle so much; I have struggled so much. If you could ease someone’s suffering... You can't help but think about it in terms of yourself, too– like when I think about being at my lowest. When you can think about alleviating that in just the slightest way or even a more profound way, I feel pretty sure that's the meaning of life.
It's been a good run. And, and the reason I launched into all of that is because it keeps getting better, and I'm still so shocked by it. If today was my last day, I'm overjoyed at what has transpired so far. And then the next day leads me into something even more than I ever dreamed up. I hope God gets the biggest kick out of me.