It can take a crazy amount of courage just to speak sometimes. I've been trying to learn a little Spanish lately for a trip I'll soon be taking. But today I wouldn't even use the Spanish words for the food I ordered in a Spanish restaurant. Was I afraid I wouldn't pronounce them perfectly? Then what? Did I think they would throw me out? If something so obviously unthreatening seemed so difficult it makes me wonder how many times and in how many ways I turn away from what I really believe/value out of fear. But it's so much easier to see the mistakes I make than the mistakes I don't allow myself to make.
I feel pretty comfortable in my routine. Sometimes I'm like a drunk with horse and wagon, asleep on my feet, relying on my familiarity with routine to get me through a day (just as horses can usually find their own way home). But what about those opportunities to experience or see something just a little bit differently? What about those cues from my intuition that I completely miss? It's quite possible that those small things I neglect to do might be important to my life's purpose. Without the courage to experience and participate in life I am like someone who takes a vacation and drinks so much that they can't remember a thing. Could it be possible that I have been going through the motions of living for many lifetimes so far, without courage or involvement? That might explain why I don't remember any past lives.
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