The Universe moves, and together with it, we all do. Every molecule, cell, organism, plant, light wave, everything moves. If you close your eyes, breath and sit quiet, you can feel how your heartbeat gently moves your body, how air slowly goes in and out of your lungs, how the flow of life animates you.
We are in continuous change and continuous movement. Nothing stops, not even for one unit of Planck time. And during all this time, we struggle. We fight with everything we encounter, we consume a big and unnecessary amount of energy to keep things stable, to make life safe, to survive or to get something better. We are born fighting and we die fighting. Or, at least, that is how we are told things should happen. Anything less than that means you might be a lazy, sloppy, unambitious person.
Now let me ask you a few questions! Does the tree struggle to make it through the seasons? Does it fight when its time is over? Does the seed ask for more resources and is torn appart in tears for fearing that it will lack the necessary stuff to grow roots and get out of the ground? Does the light fight the athmosphere to cross it? Does the bird constantly worry about the air not supporting its weight and possibility that it might fall? As far as I have heard, no! But we do!
We seem to have forgotten of one important and helpful universal law: the law of minimum resistance and minimum energy. That means, as long as you are built for something, that something will come to you in the easieast way, you will be able to conduct that activity with the minimum effort and encounter a minimum resistance when doing it. Just like the wings and the feathers are made for flying, lungs are made for breathing (which, thankfully, is not entirely under our control, otherwise we might see people forgetting to breath), the cell membrane is perfectly adapted to exchanging substances, and so on. But we struggle, and we worry, and every single day is seen like a day on the battlefield.
Of course! Because, first of all, we are told since a young age that life means struggle, suffering, loss and even death. Too little times we are told that we are here to enjoy the experience and make the most out of it. Almost nobody says out loud that we are actually on a playground, and we are here to play. It’s common sense to consider life should be taken seriously. And any other opinion means you are not a serious person and people can’t count on you. I wonder if they ever count on themselves?! After we grow up, we are told that responsability is a must, seriousity is a rule and every single day you will have at least one battle to fight in order to keep life moving on. If you don’t obey these rules, you are not a person who can be trusted, you are not worthy, you are lazy, with a lack of vision, passion and future.
Yes, seriousity and responsability are a must, but only when needed. And especially with our own selves. We should take our whishes, dreams and talents seriously. Afterwards, have the maturity to follow them, don’t let anyone get in the way and live every single day with enthuziasm and passion. But life is joy and shouldn’t be hard. Life is easy, life is light when you follow your own meaning and purpose. Just like the feathers and everything else that naturally flows, if it’s your way, it’s easy. If not, the struggle could even break you down. So find your way and remember to always follow it.
If you do the thing that you were meant for, there is no resistance, no struggle, no fight. There is only flow!
The Chronicles of a Human Being 