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By Olivia Rae
One of the first lessons on my spiritual path was that I am the creator of my own reality…my own life. Yes you read that right, we are the creators! Powerful stuff, huh?! But it is true – we do create our reality – the state of our health, happiness and each situation we find ourselves in, were created and manifested by us, by each thought, each word and each action we made, consciously or unconsciously.
“‘I once knew a guy like you. I met him on a construction site in the Midwest. When the lunch whistle blew, all the workers would sit down together to eat. And every day, Sam would open his lunch pail and start to complain. ‘Son of a gun!’ he’d cry, ‘not peanut butter and jelly sandwiches again. I hate peanut butter and jelly!’ He whined about his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches day after day, until one of the guys on the work crew finally said ‘Fer crissakes Sam, if you hate peanut butter and jelly so much, why don’t you just tell yer ol’lady to make you something different?’ ‘What do you mean my ol’lady?’ Sam replied. ‘I’m not married. I make my own sandwiches.’” – story out of Way of the Peaceful Warrior, by Dan Millman
You see, we all make our own sandwiches. When we are running around, allowing ‘stuff’ to fill our lives, not paying attention to how we are thinking, speaking (internally and externally) and acting, we can find ourselves in situations and ask ‘how did I get here??’ Then usually, we seem to come up with some sort of answer – you know, blaming others for getting us here, it couldn’t possibly be us who actually chose this! But in truth, it was us. It is us who have chosen it.
It seems easy to talk about this now, but at first this was one tough lesson. Playing the victim of life seemed so much easier to me, even though I hated my reality. It was easier to blame my ex-boyfriend to how shitty and empty I felt. It was easier to blame my parents for my body image problems, my eating habits, my wealth, my health – and everything under that umbrella that you can blame parents for, I did. It was easier to even blame my hatred towards my job on someone else (I don’t even remember who I blamed this on – but of course it wasn’t my fault!). And because I was dealt all these crappy cards, it was therefore their fault for my depression and numbness to life.
Once I understood that the quality of my life was my own responsibility, I started little by little to change my thoughts, words & actions, to ones that were aligned to my truth, my higher self – planting seeds that would enrich my life, giving it meaning and purpose.
Now looking back, I am so grateful to each one of these cards I was dealt, for they were not shitty cards but gifts. Gifts that have guided me to live a life full of meaning & passion. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be here now, with so much love and joy for life.