Life is a creative act. I forget that sometimes, in the angst of putting food on the table. I forget, too, that our lives are a testament to our beliefs and that, over time, those beliefs become our “truths.” Where I get into trouble is to accord those “truths” a spiritual status or “right way to be” when, in fact, they are just fictions, constructs made up by the truth-teller.
More so, I make the mistake of thinking another’s truth is my own.
I realized this after asking friends what I should do about my ever-changing income situation. One friend says to hold on to my dream, to get my work out, to trust that I will be taken care of. And it appears her life is a testament to that; she is taken care of.
Another says “you have to take care of yourself financially, live in two worlds for a while,” and her life is an example of that; she is both a recruiter and a life coach.
Yet another says no one will take care of me but me and he has planned his life with that in mind, all the way down to living leanly on his land if it comes to that.
So it seems to me it doesn’t matter what you believe. Whatever you believe comes true.
My truth is that I’m an explorer and I’ve just returned from the interior because I ran out of resources. It’s not the end of the world or the end of my art. I just need resources. And I’ll find them. I always do. Because the force that is my life, that shapes and is shaped by me, will guide me.
That is my truth. What is yours?
Your Story: How is your life a testament to your beliefs? Do you like what you see? If not, how could you change it?