THE HEART OF THE ORDINARY
There was a time in my life when I believed that the pinnacle of existence, the ultimate goal for me, and maybe all of us, was something called “spiritual enlightenment.”
I looked at spiritual teachers, imagined their perfect, stress-free lives, and I wanted to be like them.
I thought that the highest thing you could be was a spiritual teacher. That it was the pinnacle of all pinnacles.
I was wrong.
Life showed me - the hard way! - that true contentment lay not in the abstract, conceptual ideas of spirituality, but in embracing and fully embodying the everyday roles I once took for granted. True peace and joyful growth lay in learning to be fully present in the life unfolding right in front of me. Learning to be a better human, each and every day.
This work — the daily, humbling, sometimes very messy work of being more and more human — is my true path, and it always was, I realise now.
The treasure of life, the true enlightenment, is hidden in the unglamorous, imperfect moments.
It’s there in the heart of the ordinary. There, right there, I continue to find a deeper joy, a truer sense of purpose, than I ever could have imagined.
