truth is joyful

I wear these lies and pretend they're a part of me. They distract and pull me further from myself and my purpose of being available to the guidance of Spirit. And yet, I still entertain them. Choose time away from truth regularly, as if I can escape to someplace, what? more interesting? more immediately gratifying? Instant gratification comes from an attitude of gratitude (hey, that rhymes!)--I know this. So what am I doing? Choosing death over life. Choosing fear over joy. What I pursue is not happiness. If I take a moment and remember then I know what to do that will best express that joy I have to bring to this world, the joy that defines and shapes me, that is not of me but in me. The world did not make us, not at the essential level beneath whatever conditioning we have received--we are not of the world. But we are in the world to bring peace and joy. What could be better? This is the resurrection for me, my new birth, remembering my original truth. Living like I was born yesterday. Like I know that life is wonderful and needs to be celebrated continuously, in everyone I meet or know, in horrible situations and places the intrinsic is still sacred and marvelous.