Key 2: What depends on you?
You have a huge list of things to do: pending issues, ongoing projects, and even major commitments that you cannot abandon, even though it becomes more difficult to continue each day. The burden is heavy, considering what you have done before, what you are currently working on, and what still awaits you in the future.
In these difficult times—paralyzed, uninformed despite the information available, stuck in current and future projects—it is more necessary than ever to understand that, as evolving beings, we also find ourselves seemingly stuck many times along our paths.
Stuck at birth, until we reach an age where we can fend for ourselves; stuck by university studies or professional training that qualifies us; stuck by parents, guardians, mentors, teachers... and who isn't?
And when we believe we have reached sufficient maturity and a certain freedom to act, we are once again held back by another human being—man or woman, our partner—who, although opening new paths, also limits our absolute freedom. Then come children, the commitment to their education, unemployment, the mortgage, retirement, old age, illness... and death. Is that the end?
Everything is an infinite chain of dependencies that may not even end with life itself, for we are even dependent on God. Each one is a small prison, a link that adds to the weight of this incarnation: you fear for your job, for your business, for everything that escapes your control; you fear for your family, for your parents and siblings, for your children and your partner; you fear infinite losses, endless pain; you even fear for the whole world.
But a warrior has only one goal. Obstacles are nothing more than that: small steps toward the goal.
“You grieve for those who do not deserve it, and your words are not words of wisdom. A wise man does not feel pity for those who live or those who die. Life and death are no different. We have always existed: me, you, and those kings. And we will exist forever and ever.”
Bhagavad Gita
We are only passing through. You are not from here: this is just a long dream. Sometimes we dream of the pain of those we love; sometimes, of our own pain. We hear the cries of our children and then we wake up, look around, and see our loved one and our children sleeping peacefully in our true home. Then we understand that it was all a nightmare and that, in reality, we never moved from there.
The same thing happens in this life, for it is a dream, as the poet said. Thus, we can hear a secret voice from someone you have known eternally and who, without words, will tell you when you wake up: “Rest, you don't need to explain yourself. There is no guilt or sin. This long day is over: return to your true home.”
This is just one more act in your eternal life, in life one. If you look around now, you will see that everything is relative: there are things that depend on you and things that do not. On your side is to love despite everything, to believe despite the pain, to heal, to care, to help, to trust, and to become strong, not to save yourself, but to give to those who need it. To love infinitely. To love with the strength of a warrior who fights against the selfishness of his own soul, against his dark side, to become a torch in the night. That does depend on me and on you. The rest belongs to this world of illusion.
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