Do you have a sense of purpose in life?
Have you come to terms with life and death in a way you resonate with?
How much power do you have in designing your future?
Death, it turns out, is not your greatest fear. Actually, your greatest fear is reaching death and having never truly lived.
When you organize your spiritual life, you become clear on what your life is about. You become clear on what you stand for, and how you want to spend each day. You develop conviction for what really matters to you, and what is a “distraction.”
No matter how well defined, everyone has a moral system governing their behavior. Most people believe in being honest and good people.But until you organize your spiritual life, you’ll experience internal conflict when acting contrary to your values and vision.
I shut my eyes to sleep and open them to the lake.
Waves lap against the boat. The metal reflects the heat of the morning. Mist rises from the water. Dragonflies land and take off. To my left, a fish blasts through the surface and the dragonfly, a living flash of emerald, buzzes past my head with too much peace for having faced death.
I am young. I turn in my seat and see no one. I am alone and fear grips me like ice.
Do not be afraid. The voice sounds from all sides, from the water and sky, the trees and forest, the earth and air. The boat dips as a weight settles behind me. I turn to see a man.
He wears a suit the color of fall Pennsylvania sky.
Who are you? I ask.
I was wondering the same, he says. His voice is a mix of many. I hear my father, my grandfather, years of blood running through the past.
He tents his hands on his lap.
I feel a drop of rain, hear thunder in the distance. Rain destroys the calm surface. My shirt sticks to my chest. I shut my eyes as memories roll like waves. Every moment, conversation, up and down. Joy, sorrow, embarrassment. Frustration.
First hand held, first kiss, slow dancing at the prom, proposing marriage. Moving out. Plans, dreams, visions, struggle.
Wind rips through the trees, pulling the breath from my lungs. I force out a word.
Because I formed the first star and set its place in the sky and, in that moment, I knew you. I knew your purpose. I shaped the wind and every single drop of rain.
He raises his hands. The storm dies.
The story is unfinished. The ending is written and your role is of vital importance. I need you in the place that can only come from hurt, from loss and suffering.
I need you to walk through the fires and come out refined. The fires will only get hotter, the journey longer, the force harder.
I need you because you need me.
I’m scared, I say. An eagle soars from a distant tree top.
I’ll be with you.
When you fear When you cry
When you can’t take another moment
When you lose
When you feel like you have nothing left
More storms are coming, he says. Know I will pull you through.
Thunder crashes and he is gone.
My eyes open to a storm outside. Aiden climbing into our bed. Red numbers on the clock.
And the sound of rain tapping against the glass, peaceful in the night.